The Photographer

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For the last Sinful Sunday I posted an image that was taken as part of an erotic photo session with a professional photographer.  To follow is an account of our evening with the photographer.

We arranged to meet the photographer one warm and sunny evening in early July. Initially, the evening was a bit mysterious, as we were asked to meet him in a car park. The idea was that we would follow him to the studio. We hadn’t met him previously, which made us both slightly apprehensive. Our fears were unfounded, as he arrived exactly at the time agreed.  When I saw him through the car window,  I became nervous, as the reality of him seeing us both naked hit me.

Once we were inside the studio, following the short drive, the photographer showed us around and explained more about about the session and the equipment he used. He was very keen to reassure us that we would be given the only memory card he would be using, so there was no worry that our photos would be used without our knowledge or permission. We saw him insert the card into his camera and he showed us that there were no other cards being used.

He asked me to sit on the sofa and directed me through a series of casual sitting poses while he altered the lights and camera settings. After he had taken around ten images, he asked me to adjust my dress so I was showing a bit of cleavage. Gradually, my cleavage became more and more exposed. He then asked me to kneel on the sofa, facing backwards and pull my dress up to show my bum.  Next, he asked me to remove my dress. He took various images of me standing and then asked me to get on the sofa where he took several images of me in various positions.  It was then time for S to come and join me. We posed for a number of shots where we were embracing each other. S was then asked to sit on the sofa and we posed for a variety of images. The photographer then directed me to kneel on the floor in front of S so he could snap me playing with S’s cock.  S then stood up and I sucked his cock while kneeling in front of him.

The final pictures taken were of me lying on the floor, with S sitting between my thighs and caressing my legs and pussy. The photographer took a few shots, moving in to get some close-ups. He then asked if he could join in. I said of course he could; it was always going to be a ‘hands on’ session.

He bent down to my left breast and began eagerly sucking my nipple before moving across to do the same to the other one. S continued to massage my pussy. After a few minutes, the photographer decided to move down and assist S by finger-fucking me. S moved up to concentrate on my nipples, while the photographer turned his attention to licking my clit.  I do like the attentions of two men, so it wasn’t long before I orgasmed.

I asked the photographer if he had ever received a lingam massage, which he hadn’t. He alluded to the fact that his cock might not work, but he would like to give it a go. He removed his clothes and, given his remark, I was surprised to see that he was quite hard. I poured baby oil over his cock and balls and gently started to massage it in using various lingam massage techniques. He struggled to maintain his erection, fluctuating between semi-hard and flaccid. After 30 minutes we conceded that the massage probably wasn’t going to work. I felt somewhat awkward as I hadn’t managed to get him hard and I was also conscious that he was probably feeling the same way.

He explained that erectile dysfunction was a long-standing problem and that Viagra and similar products don’t generally work for him. He went on to tell us that he was due to try a new treatment, which is a self-administered injection.

S enjoys watching me pleasuring other men however, on this occasion, despite having taken a little blue pill just before the photo session, he failed to get hard too, so the only orgasm was mine. During the afternoon, I spent a couple of hours edging him to the brink of orgasm (without the assistance of a little blue pill), so he would be ‘fighting fit’ for the photo shoot. However, we edged a little too far and the explosive orgasm he had seemed to stop things working later on. However, he did jump into life once we were back at the hotel.

I could have altered the details of my experience slightly so that there were  happy endings all round. But, I like to portray my experiences honestly. Sex doesn’t always go as planned and erectile dysfunction is an issue for many men. Happily, though, there are ways of dealing with it.

Returning to he photography, I felt quite relaxed during the shoot and wasn’t conscious of being naked at all.  When I first saw the photos I was a bit dismayed to see exactly how fat I am. Certainly fatter than I think I look in the mirror at home.  But, I did tell the photographer that I wanted a body-positive  photo session. Some of the photos are more flattering than others and my facial expressions in a few aren’t that attractive. The photos have been provided ‘full exposure, so we can edit them and apply filters as we wish. I am also aware that I probably didn’t pose in the right way to show my body in the best light. But, I guess if we had paid for a professional shoot we would only receive the best images and the poorer shots would be deleted.  I didn’t really feel ‘sexy’ when the photos were being taken, so that is probably reflected in the images.  But, we have all said it would be great to repeat the experience, so, next time, I shall push my boobs and bum out with pride!

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The Letter C

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The prompt for this week’s Sinful Sunday is ‘The Letter C’.

C is for…  many things which occurred before, during and after this photo ….

Champagne

Caresses

Cock

Chocolate

Climax

Copulation

Clit

Cunnilingus

Cuddles

Cum

Cunt

Covers

Happy New Year!

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Food for Thought Friday #2: The Naked Truth

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Are you at ease being naked? Do you feel more comfortable clothed or unclothed? Can you explain why you feel this way?

For me, being at ease with being naked has three distinct elements:

Body Confidence

Putting on weight gradually over a number of years meant that I did not feel particularly confident with the way that my body looked. Part of the way of trying to overcome this was to share tasteful pictures of my body on Twitter. This was a huge step for me, as I wanted to push my boundaries and do something that would usually be out of character for me.  Baring all not only helped to increase my confidence, but also provided an outlet for my exhibitionist side.

I was overwhelmed by the kind and positive comments received in response to my nude form and it was only then I realised that you didn’t have to be thin and petite for both men and women to think your body looked OK. And the fact that you might even be considered to be sexually attractive too was a real bonus! So, this definitely made me more at ease with my own nudity.

I did write a blog post some time ago regarding body confidence and expands the point above further.

Exhibitionism

I have always been a shy person, but the underlying desire to ‘show my body off’ in some way has been there since around the age of 18. But this urge hasn’t really been allowed to surface until the last couple of years. The fact that I enjoy being naked, and now have more body confidence, helps to fuel the exhibitionist streak. Knowing that someone is sexually aroused as a result of looking at my naked body, whether that be part of a sexual encounter or by looking at photos gives me an enormous confidence boost.

I enjoy posing for photos, albeit mainly indoors by myself, and only for the camera timer, but it would be nice to have an enthusiastic accomplice for this activity.  I have taken a couple of scavenger hunt selfies outdoors, which I did get a thrill out of doing, and I hope to have the opportunity to explore this further.

Naturism

I absolutely adore being naked outside and have always found it to be an incredibly uplifting and liberating experience.   Unfortunately, I don’t get the opportunity to strip off outdoors as often as I would like due to lack of suitable locations, an overlooked back garden and the UK weather, but I have been able to visit a couple of nudist beaches over the years and have also visited a wonderful naturist spa on a  number of occasions.

At home, I don’t tend to frequently spend long periods of time naked, despite being there for long periods of time by myself; it just doesn’t  occur to me. Although, I may try and make a more of a conscious effort to strip off at home.  I do always sleep naked though – whatever the time of year.  My husband, although not  generally prudish, is not that comfortable with nudity beyond what is deemed necessary. For example, if I walked around in the nude first thing in the morning or last thing at night, he wouldn’t comment, or probably even notice!  But if I did this at other times of the day, I know he would feel  uncomfortable with it. He did visit a nudist beach many years ago with me, and hated the experience.

The feeling of the sun or a light breeze on the naked body is a wonderful experience. To be able to walk around free from clothing. To sit in a hot tub. To be surrounded by other people of all shapes and sizes who are all comfortable in their bodies.When I have been in a naturist environment, I have not found it it to be a sexual experience and certainly have never used it as an opportunity to get a thrill out of people looking at my naked form. In fact, that is far from my mind. A good description for the experience is sensual, which someone used when commenting on my previous blog post on naturism. And I genuinely think that everyone’s body is beautiful in different ways, so what could be more sensual than that?

To summarise,  I am at ease being naked and the type of enjoyment experienced depends on the situation I happen to be naked for!