Sleeping Beauty

And now, twenty years later, I find the pictures on the Internet. I can barely recognize myself. I have changed a lot in these years, for better and for worse. As seen from the distance, I think it turned out acceptably well for me. It’s not an unspeakable trauma, or something like that. In the end, I could say that I had to play sleeping beauty, and I did it very well, if you ask me.

It all began when I failed one of my last subjects at college. I could have taken it again, of course. But that would have delayed my finishing college for six months, not to mention having to tell my parents that I didn’t fully focus on my studies, as I had promised. 

So, when Professor Menendez made his offer, I accepted it, despite knowing it was wrong to do something like that.

He wanted to take me to his home. Once we were there, I would undress for him, climb into his bed, and pretend I was sleeping. Then, he would tie me up, and take some pictures of me doing that adult version of sleeping beauty. He promised me nothing else would happen. And I convinced myself that he was telling the truth.

The following afternoon, we went to his house, which was conveniently empty. And everything happened just as he said. I mean, of course, there was lust in his eyes when I presented myself naked in front of him—I was stunning at the time—but he didn’t try a move, or say anything dirty. He wanted to tie me up and take pictures. And that’s exactly what he did.

I must emphasize that I agreed to what happened. In other words, I consented. 

And now, while I was looking for some female-friendly adult content (which I really enjoy), I found those pictures of me taken so many years ago.

I must admit, they are really sexy.