I was at my Figure Drawing club, which consists of about 8-12 people. We draw various nude (non sensual) poses, of mostly women, when we meet once a week. It is a fun class. Most of the time it is the same group of artists that come, but we occasionally get a new guy or gal artist that joins up with us. On this particular night a new guy came to the class....
True to her word Chelsea had managed to find not one, but three people who wanted Becca to take pictures of their sexual exploits - and that was just for starters. It had taken her less than a day. Chelsea kind of became Becca's little manager, and Becca insisted on paying her for it since she was the one bringing Becca clients. She'd also drawn up forms of...
Taking good photos is a difficult skill to acquire, especially when sex is involved. However, it isn't the resulting images that are the main attraction in my case - making pictures of sex turns me on much more intensely than looking at them. Not that looking - and sharing - them later isn't fun, of course. Using a camera at a bathhouse requires at least a...
This is a description of one extraordinary visit, in two parts. Riding home against the coming rain, enjoying pushing the bike near its limit, feeling the rain start just a mile or so from home. And the entire time, smelling the scent of several partners, particularly the sexy reminder of how good it smelled while rimming a man, one who had already sucked m...
Jack’s parting words of, “you can keep those three pictures, I have better pictures at home,” still rang in my head. I felt humiliated by what had just happened and stupid for letting it happen but I still had a raging hard on. I jacked off to the thoughts of recent events and had an explosive orgasm. Sleep that night was difficult at best. I went to work...
Looking at the upper level's clock, 4:45pm was unexpected. I'd arrived several minutes before 3pm, then spent almost every minute of this bathhouse visit with the towel clad man going down the spiral staircase in front of me. A visit whose surprising length added to its satisfaction, particularly in light of finally taking pictures of myself with another man...
I travel a fair amount for my work, one hotel after another can get boring so often I spend my evenings at a nice restaurant, then one or two drinks at the hotel bar, if there is one. If not I try to find a nice cozy pub near my hotel, much better in walking distance than if I have to drive. After that it is usually back to the room, and fire up my compute...
My story began by my going to the confessional late one afternoon and explaining to Father Ted that I had been snooping around and found a stash of porn in the shed out behind our garage. I figured that it must have belonged to my Dad. Anyway, looking through it I found men and women having sex, women and women doing things I didn't understand, and older men...
Chapter 7: Photos Jamal grinned and chuckled, ogling the handful of pictures he had in his hand. Adam came in through the front door, hanging his motorbike keys onto the hook, before coming in to turn on the PS3. "Checking out the pictures again? What's that, like, the 30th time?" Jamal laughed as he looked over the pictures; knowing Jamal, Adam felt bette...
I look at Craigslist several times a day clicking on different sections of their "Personals" ads. Being a bi-male I look at virtually all the ads posted by men, women and couples. Recently there was an ad in which a man was looking for another man to photograph nude. I'm not sure what is was but I was very intrigued about the idea of posing naked for someone...