There’s something exciting and magical about getting to fulfill fantasies. The opportunity to actually act out something that you’ve dreamed about, perhaps fantasized about for years, played out over and over in your mind with a million different variations. The feeling of knowing that you’re about to do something you’ve never done before is intoxicating. I’ve been lucky enough to have had the opportunity to try out a many of my fantasies and I’m going to tell you about one such today, a photo shoot.
What I’ve discovered about fantasies is that there is definitely something special about the first time, an excitement about doing something that you’ve never done before, but it doesn’t end there. The desire usually doesn’t just go away though; most of the time I’ve found that the reality is different from the fantasy, but delightful in the way that reality is delightfully different from imagination. Now that I’ve done something that I’ve fantasized about, I want to turn around and do it again, maybe this time with one of those million variations. While there is something special and intoxicating about the first time, I have yet to find a case where I want it to end there. Thankfully this one didn’t; it was followed up by the thing in the desert with the guns, and the photos, but that’s a different story.
For most of my life I’ve been a photographer, for awhile I even thought I might want to do it as a career. I’ve since decided that it’s not a career, but I still love it. I’m the guy who got people out of bed before dawn so that I could photograph them as the first rays of sun peaked over the mountains. I was also the guy who was the pseudo-official recorder of events growing up. From almost the first moment I started looking through that lens I wanted to utilize its obvious erotic potential. I mean, that’s an obvious application, right? Like most of my fantasies it got filed under the category of ‘pipe-dream’. When I finally got the chance to act it out it was everything that I hoped it would be, so very erotic.
It happened during a week-long romantic vacation (that was also a fantasy that was once filed under ‘pipe-dream’). That particular vacation has gone down in the annals as one of the best trips ever; it was spectacular. There were hot springs, spas, long wandering walks, food, and good lord was there sex. We were booked in, what for us was a nice hotel and we’d already had a couple of days of extra relaxing vacation, and about as much sex as is physically possible (although I’m always up to test that theory). By the time we had to rejoin the real world at the end of that week neither of us could walk straight; in fact there is more than just this story there that is worth blogging about.
[I realize that I am rambling, and I don’t care. I’ll get to the point eventually, promise. It’s Thanksgiving Day and I am stuck writing in a bunk bed, in a cabin that houses 5 guys (let me tell you not the most erotic of environments), it’s a rain soaked day outside, and my Thanksgiving will be just me and a steak. So I will ramble to my heart’s content. That’s just the way it’s going to be.]
We came back to the hotel after a day filled with I don’t even remember specifically what right off hand. I just remember that it was filled with us together having a good time, touching almost constantly. We had already talked about doing the photo shoot and I was excited, almost giddy. (It’s true there are some things that will make me almost giddy, I’m not ashamed to admit it) There is perhaps a prequel post that should occur at some point; we had already exchanged some naughty photos, good story there too. The long and short of it was that she definitely owed me some extra naughty photos and knowing about my fantasy told me that I could take them. I swore many times over that they would never see the light of day, so don’t even ask.
We sorted through the clothes she packed and decided on black lingerie, heels, and the fabulous little black dress that every woman in the world seems to own some version of. For good reason, it is pretty fabulous. I set up my tripod and started posing her in that little black dress, around the room, on the bed. It was always part of my fantasy that the photo shoot begin ‘benign’, in a way that the first few photos could be shown to anyone, for all that they knew, the beginning of a night out on the town. That little black dress got a little more risqué with each photo until it came off altogether. She rocked it all, from the little black dress, to the lingerie, to nothing, to being cuffed to the bed, to nipple clamped and teased, and finally to cumming under the camera’s eye. I posed it and she provided the perfect erotic material. That’s part of the fantasy, creating your idea of the perfect erotic material.
I don’t know how to describe the rush. For me it was an intense erotic high, and a delicious tease. If I was behind the camera then I couldn’t be touching her. There were some between shots interludes that were pretty smoking, but I wasn’t going to be deterred. Words don’t quite do it justice, but they usually don’t for the things that are really cool. I suppose that’s part of the reason I find writing to be so interesting, there is the never-ending search for the perfect description of something. In the end words can never quite do the real thing justice, but one can always try.
The lingerie finally gone, she was lying back on the bed with her fingers toying between her legs. If it was a delicious tease for me, then it was slowly driving her mad. Lying there watching me photograph her, knowing how much it was turning me on to pose her and to shoot her. The cuffs came out, then the ropes, spread-eagle on the bed, unable even to move while I rearranged the camera angles, nipple clips. By now she had already teased herself to the edge a number of times, what a deal. I love that in many the photos there’s no question of how turned on she is, her eyes among other things. Finally a vibrator came out of the bag. Propped in place, now the shots have an action element, her spread out on the bed, vibrator buzzing away.
Finally I let the vibrator finish its work, making sure to time the camera to capture the climax. Another shot or two to capture a bit of post-orgasm vibration while she’s still tied up. Ornery.
The sex that followed that was awesome.
That trip it was like we never stopped having sex from the time we left town to the time we got back.
Every time I write any of these posts I come up with all these other ideas that would make good posts. There’s all this good stuff from that vacation, there’s the thing in the desert, the photo exchange deal, so much to write about.
Hope you enjoyed this; that it made your pants a little tight, or your panties a little damp. More to come soon.
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