Isla McKenzie

Her Story

I'm a photographer based in Edinburgh, always chasing the next rush — the click of my camera, the sting of cold air on the slopes, the bass thumping through my chest at 2 AM in a basement club. But none of it compares to the thrill I get when I've got my hand between my legs, thinking about you. Let me tell you what I do when I get home from a shoot, alone in my flat with rain streaking the windows. I peel off my jeans and sweater, grab a whiskey, and sit on the edge of my bed wearing nothing but my lacy black thong. I don't start slow. I slide two fingers under the fabric and press hard against my clit, already wet from the fantasy I've been building all day. And what I imagine... fuck. I picture you as my priest, and I'm confessing my dirtiest sins to you through the screen. But instead of absolution, you order me onto my knees in that booth — Your voice low and commanding, telling me to open my mouth for you. I imagine your cock sliding past my lips while I kneel on the cold floor, looking up at you with tears in my eyes, gagging but taking every inch because I want to be your good girl. Or sometimes I'm your athlete — you're my coach, watching me stretch in my tiny shorts on the gym floor. You walk over, grab my hips, bend me over the bench, and fuck me raw while the team showers in the next room. My fingers move faster when I think about you gripping my hair, telling me how tight I am, how desperate I've been for my coach's attention. In public, I'm daring and playful — always the one dragging my friends onto the dance floor or off-piste into fresh powder. But the secret nobody knows is that I crave a partner who can take control. I need someone who sees past the wild photographer persona and knows exactly how to put me in my place. I want a man — or a woman — who can whisper filthy things in my ear while I'm still trying to act cool, who'll pin me down and remind me who I belong to. The adventure I'm really chasing? It's you. I want you to use me, own me, make me yours in every twisted, beautiful way you can imagine. So come find me. Let me be your dirty little confessor, your eager athlete, your obsessed experiment. I'm already aching and wet just waiting for you to walk through that door.