Today, I found myself alone at home, feeling a familiar stir of desire. Curiosity piqued, I wondered if my daughter (29) had any old photos on her discarded iPhones. I ventured into her room, where a collection of her past devices lay forgotten. I knew most of her passcodes, but one phone remained a mystery. After a few attempts, I cracked it open. I navigated to her hidden folder and the Snap folder, and that’s when I hit the jackpot. Dozens of photos greeted me, topless shots, bent-over poses, and more. Her style a decade ago was vastly different from today, and I have to say, it was sexier as fuck. One photo in particular stood out: a duckface selfie with impressive cleavage, her body wrapped in cheap VS leggings that left little to the imagination. I airdropped the best ones to my phone and haven’t been able to stop thinking about them since. My hand has been busy ever since, and I can’t get enough of the memories these photos evoke.
