Page 51 of Poetry On Ice

Jesus, no. Delete.

Send pics

No. That might be worse but I'm not sure why.

You got something for me, Prettyboy?

Great, just great. The problematic porn star is back.

Oh fuck!

I hit send by mistake.Delete! Delete! Shit, I don’t know how to unsend on this app!

Two pink checks appear next to my message. He’s seen it.

I stare at my screen in horror for a few minutes, and when he doesn’t reply, I get up, go to the bathroom, and search my medicine cabinet top to bottom for a horse tranquilizer.

Sadly, if not unsurprisingly, I come up empty. Out of pure desperation, I take a multivitamin and down it with a full glass of water. It was a hell of a game tonight. I’m probably dehydrated. That’s probably at least part of my problem. Not my whole problem, to be clear, but part of it.

By the time I’m back in bed, I have a notification from the vault app. There are two new messages in my inbox.

I pull such a weird face as I unlock my screen that my phone doesn’t recognize me, and I have to manually enter my passcode. Then I have to log in to the fucking vault app. All this security will be the death of me.

By the time the first message opens, I’m a hairbreadth from throwing my phone across the room.

The app does this stupid thing where there’s this countdown before it opens a new picture or video. Numbers flash, changing from red to green.

3

2

1

The image unlocks.

It’s not his dick. Or his ass. Or even his chest or abs.

It’s his face. His insanely beautiful face with a great big derpy smile plastered all over it. His hair grazes his cheekbones in untidy, loose waves and his eyes look a little lazy, almost as though he was starting to blink when he took the photo but didn’t care enough to retake it. His lips are wide open, peeled back so far I can see his molars.

It’s not the picture I had expected, and it takes my breath away. Likeaway, away. So far away I completely forget that he sent me two photographs.

When I regain my composure, I open the second attachment.

It’s the picture I was expecting and then some. He’s stark naked and rock-hard. The photo has been taken in profile view. The perfect swell of his ass and the strong upward curve of his erection are on display. His dick is dark pink, angry, and wanting, with a fine, silvery string of precum leaking from the tip. The image has been cropped from just above his pecs to the mid-thigh. Hehas his side to the viewer, twisting his torso, narrowing his waist, and engaging his abs.

I feel woozy.

And chatty. Way, way too chatty.

That’s a slutty waist you have there, Princess.

And a pretty cock.

Is it leaking for me?

Yeah. I’m wet for you.

Are you stroking?