A story involving selfpics
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2025 1:55 pm
I feel like this story is kind of weak compared to others but some of you may still like it.
I'd mentioned how there was a home movie of me as a toddler running naked up and down the hallway before a bath. These were never shown outside the family but I basically grew up seeing this version of me many, many times on the screen. I feel like this gave me a predisposition to enjoy seeing myself naked.
When I got my own place after college I picked up an early digital camera and would periodically do some self-posing back when it required a tripod and quite a bit of trial and error. Some of these were artistic but many of them were raunchy especially once my girlfriend learned of this little kink and encouraged it.
A couple years later, we went on a road trip halfway across the country. We had a newer digital camera but not a lot of storage so every night we'd dump the memory card to my laptop so there was room for the next day's snapshots. At that point the novelty of naughty pics had worn off a bit so every shot we took on this trip was safe for work.
Well, one morning we were having breakfast at the hotel where we were pausing for a couple of days. My girlfriend has the laptop and is flipping through the pictures we'd taken over the past few days. She reaches the end and then asks in this off-handed almost-rhetorical way, "what else do you have on here anyway?" and starts clicking around.
The next thing I know, she's found the folder with those naughty pics. She's seen many of them before, she even took some of them. Remember, they weren't secret or anything and I wasn't ashamed of her finding them.
But I was a bit embarrassed since, you know, we're sitting at a table in the middle of this little breakfast area of the hotel lobby. And it's not packed by any means but there are other guests at other tables to either side of us and there are two women directly behind her in the food prep area starting to pack up the breakfast service which was ending. We're the youngest ones there except for one college-age girl with her parents near the front of the room. This is in the upper Midwest and everyone seems like they'd react pretty negatively to getting an eyeful.
Well as you probably expect by now, she starts casually clicking through the pictures in the folder. And my heart starts pounding as I struggle between two diametrically opposite reactions.
One part of me is absolutely mortified beyond words. I'm terrified in particular that these two ladies behind her will look our way, see what's on the screen, and have coronaries.
But another part of me absolutely loves this. We're in a public place and my girlfriend has decided to display a picture of me in a lewd pose sporting a full erection. She turns the laptop just a little toward me to make sure I can see the screen, and looks at me with this little smirk.
I'm sure I was red as a lobster, torn between wanting to slam the laptop shut before we get kicked out of the hotel and wondering nervously whether she's going to try and draw attention to the screen. In the moment, I wished more than anything this was happening at the corner table which would have been less risky, she could have made me look at every picture and I still would have been nervous but I would have loved it without reservation.
But no, we were in the middle of the room. I kind of smiled apprehensively and tried to act like nothing was going on. I'm sure I looked guilty as hell as I tried my best to just ride it out. She tabbed through a few more pictures and then finally let me off the hook by closing the laptop. None of the other guests passed behind her and If the hotel staff behind us saw anything they never let on.
I just remember that at the end of the experience I had a cold knot in the pit of my stomach -- and despite being flaccid I could feel I'd made a wet spot in my boxers.
I'd mentioned how there was a home movie of me as a toddler running naked up and down the hallway before a bath. These were never shown outside the family but I basically grew up seeing this version of me many, many times on the screen. I feel like this gave me a predisposition to enjoy seeing myself naked.
When I got my own place after college I picked up an early digital camera and would periodically do some self-posing back when it required a tripod and quite a bit of trial and error. Some of these were artistic but many of them were raunchy especially once my girlfriend learned of this little kink and encouraged it.
A couple years later, we went on a road trip halfway across the country. We had a newer digital camera but not a lot of storage so every night we'd dump the memory card to my laptop so there was room for the next day's snapshots. At that point the novelty of naughty pics had worn off a bit so every shot we took on this trip was safe for work.
Well, one morning we were having breakfast at the hotel where we were pausing for a couple of days. My girlfriend has the laptop and is flipping through the pictures we'd taken over the past few days. She reaches the end and then asks in this off-handed almost-rhetorical way, "what else do you have on here anyway?" and starts clicking around.
The next thing I know, she's found the folder with those naughty pics. She's seen many of them before, she even took some of them. Remember, they weren't secret or anything and I wasn't ashamed of her finding them.
But I was a bit embarrassed since, you know, we're sitting at a table in the middle of this little breakfast area of the hotel lobby. And it's not packed by any means but there are other guests at other tables to either side of us and there are two women directly behind her in the food prep area starting to pack up the breakfast service which was ending. We're the youngest ones there except for one college-age girl with her parents near the front of the room. This is in the upper Midwest and everyone seems like they'd react pretty negatively to getting an eyeful.
Well as you probably expect by now, she starts casually clicking through the pictures in the folder. And my heart starts pounding as I struggle between two diametrically opposite reactions.
One part of me is absolutely mortified beyond words. I'm terrified in particular that these two ladies behind her will look our way, see what's on the screen, and have coronaries.
But another part of me absolutely loves this. We're in a public place and my girlfriend has decided to display a picture of me in a lewd pose sporting a full erection. She turns the laptop just a little toward me to make sure I can see the screen, and looks at me with this little smirk.
I'm sure I was red as a lobster, torn between wanting to slam the laptop shut before we get kicked out of the hotel and wondering nervously whether she's going to try and draw attention to the screen. In the moment, I wished more than anything this was happening at the corner table which would have been less risky, she could have made me look at every picture and I still would have been nervous but I would have loved it without reservation.
But no, we were in the middle of the room. I kind of smiled apprehensively and tried to act like nothing was going on. I'm sure I looked guilty as hell as I tried my best to just ride it out. She tabbed through a few more pictures and then finally let me off the hook by closing the laptop. None of the other guests passed behind her and If the hotel staff behind us saw anything they never let on.
I just remember that at the end of the experience I had a cold knot in the pit of my stomach -- and despite being flaccid I could feel I'd made a wet spot in my boxers.