"No means no, Tinsley. I'm not fucking letting another man fucking see you naked."
He said and instantly her face turned sour. She looked away from him. And that made him feel bad. He sat back beside her.
"Hey...look at me. How about I become your photographer?"
He proposed, blowing her mind off.
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Tinsley looked at herself, accessing her beauty. Her heart was trying hard to see the beautiful self that her husband kept describing, every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
The white transparent coat over her naked frame did not hide any of her skin other than the intimate reasons of her body where the thickness of the cloth piece had increased.
"Tinsley? Ready?"
Her husband called out to her. She turned around to leave the confinement of their closet.
