The only real story left to tell is what your body looks like in the moments where it is not seen. He will watch your mouth, your breasts, but when he cannot see your hands, what are they clinging to? He will turn you over and watch your hips, your legs, the angle of your back, and when he cannot see your face, how honest are you? After, in the bathroom, your eyes as they wander over your own skin are telling a different story. Before and after you snap the photo, you telegraph all of what you would hide.