Unconfident Story
Let me tell you a story about a stranger. A naughty one. This is the story of a 37-year-old photographer who started his sexual life at 30. One who wants to be erotically photographed. An insanely unconfident one. Who, obviously, expected to leave appeased after our meeting. After an endless talk about his insecurities, he finally got naked. But, God it was so dramatic, such a waste of time, poor him. ‘Cause I nervously laughed, he dared me to be naked, and to show him what to do in his place. He probably didn’t know that I was, indubitably, devoid of any complex. Without any hesitation, I was naked on the stage, switched and became the model.
After a few hours of photographing me, watching me, enjoying me, my so oily body, he couldn’t even stop emptying the almond oil bottle on my shapes. On every line of my frame. After a few hours photographing me, he caved. He started spreading out the oil all over me. Cuddling me, admiring me, photographing me, over and over.
Switch. Switch. Switch again. Insufficient hours by switching between being photographer and model. Spreading out the oil on his body with my feet when he was masturbating. Focus on his cock only. I have to be honest, he cutely licked and bit my feet, but I was literally dominating him, and humiliating him. Sexually, mentally and photographically. And I enjoyed it so much.
When he finally decided to throw away the camera and began kisses and foreplays, I almost instantly understood that he was a better receiver, than giver. I stopped everything from my andromaque position. I said, I had enough; photos and amusement, he watched me dumbstruck like an idiot teenager, trying to say that I could never leave him like that; horny as fuck. That I was supposed to help him, after having excited him so sharply - so I came back and gave him the best blowjob ever, even let him cum in my mouth. Just to make him happy, released. I knew he felt better, lighter, conscious of this pleasure after only 7 years of active sexual life, poor him.
Of course, I am joking. I turned off the Profoto and I left. I never saw him again… so far.