#IRLErotica: Provocatively picture perfect
“So, um … did you find a good spot to shoot?”
“But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.” Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love” — The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin
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I have never been good at photography. Of all the arts, it was one I could never excel in. I used to carry around my dad’s digital camera, and attempt to take pictures that captured life, hoping they would inspire my drawings. However, my shots usually came out blurry, had poor lighting or just didn’t capture anything worth immortalizing. Still, you’d never find me without my camera. One evening, my friend Jax and I were at Sonic munching on cheesy tater-tots and drinking cherry lime-aids, when he dropped a bombshell of a request on me…
“My girlfriend wants me to send her nudes, but I am not good at taking pics — Will you take them for me?”
“Are you serious?!” I nearly choked on my drink.
“If it’s too weird, never mind,” he looked away, embarrassed.
“No, dude, give me a second to process this — it’s quite shocking amidst eating cheese tots, to have your friend ask you to take nude pics of him for his girl,” I laughed.
“Sorry, didn’t know how to ask,” he smiled awkwardly.
Jax had a gorgeous smile. I have to admit, I was very much attracted to him, but he had a girlfriend and though the relationship was long distance, I managed to keep my feelings in check — even when he flashed me that seriously-sexy grin. The thought of seeing his lean, semi-muscular body in all of its glory made my heart race and my pussy dampen with anticipated arousal. However, I didn’t want to seem too eager, so I pretended to take a moment to contemplate his request.
“Well, I am trying to find new inspiration for my art … and artists do nude portraits all the time,” I mused.
“Exactly, it’s art,” Jax said. “Will you do it?”
“Hmm, I suppose, but when and where?” I asked.
“So, she’s totally into gothic romance. I was thinking the graveyard by your house,” he said.
“That would work, but only at night — so we don’t risk people seeing; plus it would add a more gothic, romantic vibe,” I suggested.
“Excellent, thank you so much,” Jax flashed me another heart melting grin.
The cemetery near my house was small and old; people rarely visited, but I liked to roam among the tombstones, looking at the names and dates in search of the oldest stone. The earliest I’d found so far was someone who died in 1802.
A few days later, I picked up Jax and drove us to the cemetery. It was evening and we decided to do a few shots just before sunset. I didn’t have professional photography equipment, just my dad’s small Canon with flash, USB port and a viewing screen. Jax went behind a tree to undress while I looked for a few tombstones for him to pose by. Many of the most recent graves were simple flat markers, but the older ones were more elaborate. However, most were broken or the writing was weathered away. I took pics of some of these as I waited.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I heard him say.
I turned and did my best not to let the expression on my face reflect what I felt upon seeing his naked body for the first time. He was GORGEOUS. Looking at Jax, you would never think this lean, muscular and well endowed man would be self conscious, but as my eyes roved up and down him, trying to look more like an artist examining a painting rather than a lustful predator, he blushed and looked away.
“So, um … did you find a good spot to shoot?” he asked, as he attempted not to meet my gaze.
“Yeah, we can start here,” I gestured to a large celtic-cross marble headstone, “then there are a few others I found that would be cool.”
I was surprised at how easy it was to be so professional. Part of me wanted to toss my camera aside and ravish his naked body, but just seeing how awkward he felt, the more nurturing side of me wanted to encourage him and help him get through the photoshoot. I let the nurturing side take over and just guided him, suggesting poses, complimenting him on everything (except his cock — I felt that would be too much). Soon, Jax appeared more comfortable and even acted a little goofy, pretending to be a zombie, jumping off of headstones (while I snapped pictures). We were having a blast.
As it got dark, it became harder to get the ‘gothic’ shots, because I relied mostly on the sound of his voice to know where to point my camera. Eventually, we wound up under a large tree. I took a couple of pics of him resting under it. When I turned on the screen to check that his image was captured, I saw his hand wrapped around his ten inch erection.
“Did you get it?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I breathed back. “Dude, not to be weird, but your cock is amazing.”
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” he chuckled. We were silent for a moment.
“Do you want to stroke it?” he asked.
Holy fuck, did I want to? YES, but at the same time I was terrified. I was still a virgin and small. I did not know if I could handle a cock so big. I did not think I could resist just touching it and I was afraid he’d want me to do more than that as well. Rather than voice all of these fears, I simply relied on another escape route.
“Dude, you have a girlfriend. No,” I said.
“She would never know,” he argued.
“True, but I am a professional artist,” I said, shutting the door on any further attempt he might try to make to persuade me.
I left Jax to take care of his need and get dressed. I sat in my car looking at all of the photos and wondering if I shouldn’t have just let him fuck me. I put the camera in my purse and started the engine. I turned on the headlights so Jax could see his way back to the vehicle. He got in the passenger side, a look of quiet embarrassment on his face. I felt horrible, but I didn’t want this to ruin our friendship. So rather than let the situation go with silent awkward feelings, I perked up gave him my usual playful smile and said,
“I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell could go for some cheese tots and lime-aids.”
We sat in the parking spot at Sonic’s drive-in eating our tots, reviewing the pics and laughing at some of the goofier shots. It was an exhilarating experience, but I have since decided to leave nude photography up to the professionals.
