Slip into an alleyway to do some lewd photography of your own.

These exchanges are escalating far faster than you anticipated. You’re in two minds about what to do now; pulled one way by your meek, sheepish sensibilities, and another by the undeniable excitement of this whole situation, and the thrilled jitters of your increasingly-aroused body… Your feet make the decision for you.

You find yourself in an alley just off the road you’d been travelling down- between a bakery and a flower shop- and once you’ve assured yourself nobody saw you go this way, you crouch, taking shelter around the side of a dumpster, just out of view (you hope) of any late night passers-by.

You take a few seconds to steady your breathing and calm your nerves. You didn’t think it was that cold out tonight, but your breath is fogging up all the same.

The question remains… What now? You could certainly keep things simple – a dick pic perhaps, like the one MalO sent – but somehow, simply matching your predator’s display one-for-one feels... Lazy, maybe? And anyway, it's not necessarily your prick which you most want to suggest that you have ‘on offer’ for MalO…

This is harder than you thought it’d be. You’re reminded of all the second-guessing you were doing, and the anxiety you were feeling, with the first selfie you sent to him. Considering how well that turned out… You’re not willing to stop now.

There are some discarded boxes stacked nearby, a convenient enough place to prop up your phone, if you were thinking of getting a bit creative. You think carefully, your breathing becoming a little unsteadier again - excitement already building, despite your relative unease.