After I discovered that my boyfriend had cheated on me, I posed for nude photos taken by a professional photographer friend and I showed everything in them. I did not tell my boyfriend that I planned to do this or that I knew of his cheating. Later when I was alone with my boyfriend, I made him get naked while I remained fully dressed and showed him a selection of the photos. He was puzzled and reacted nervously but my serious demeanour calmed him. The first images were quite modest but those that came after were deliberately very pornographic. My boyfriend had never seen me in such candid positions. He began tentatively to play with himself while I explained the feelings and sensations I experienced when each photograph was taken. I told him it had been a deeply erotic moment of intimacy between me and the camera. I had hardly been aware of the photographer which meant I had been able to expose myself without the sightest inhibition in the most lewd positions which I had adopted spontaneously. I had told the photographer I would not need instructions and he obeyed. There was no part of my naked body which I did not totally expose. My boyfriend moved his hand as if he were about to reach out and touch me but I stopped him with a gesture. We were quiet for a bit while we examined the photographs minutely. He barely looked me in the eye and I was aware that he did not dare to do so. He was also embarrassed, as I intended, by being nude and aroused in front of me without there being any physical contact between us. Men love to be voyeurs but are less comfortable being the subject of voyeurism. When I took out my little Canon and told him to feel free to masturbate, he hesitated. I had never seen him masturbate before. But the tension in the room and the obvious extent of his excitement and arousal eventually got the better of his reticence. He began to masturbate, slowly and shyly at first but then allowed himself to be overcome by his need to ejaculate while I clicked away with the camera. Once he had done so and had cleaned himself up, I told him to dress and gathered the photos of me in their folder while he put his clothes back on. Afterwards, we sat on the floor facing each other out of touching distance and I told him that he it was over between us and that upon leaving the room he would cease being my boyfriend. I explained that the memory that he would keep of my nude photos was my parting gift. Then I made him to leave. I've never seen him since. The pictures of him masturbating I uploaded to Imagefap. I believe it's called revenge porn and I often wonder whether he knows.