Sunset Model Agency was located in a nice storefront in the university district. There were about a half dozen beautiful people, both male and female, sitting in the waiting room and a short, round bespectacled man behind the desk. When he looked up at me, his face lit up. "Sara!" he said. "You're back! How are you feeling? Ready to go back to work?" "I'm f...
This story is inspired by Literotica author, patientlee's, "What the Hell Are You Looking At?" which in turn is inspired by the 1863 painting Le Déjeuner sur l'Herbe by Edouard Manet. It is a painting of two clothed "dandies" and a nude woman having a picnic lunch. In addition there is a woman wearing a chemise, bathing in the water behind the picnic. (It ma...
The bell tinkled lightly as the door opened and closed. “Be with you in a minute,” Tom called from the back room. “I’ll wait,” said the woman. He finished putting away his stock wiped his hands and came out front. Tom stopped midst ride. On the other side of the counter was a strikingly good looking woman in her late forties. She was standing sidewa...
"This is so dirty," my wife whispered to me as the large breasted blonde ground herself into my lap, "aren't I the best wife ever?" I was unable to answer lost in the moment. It was dirty and so out of character for my wife. The evening had started with a nice dinner out, followed by a few drinks at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes. After a f...
The first rule of photography; you don't touch the models. Followed very closely by the second rule of photography. You DON'T. TOUCH. The MODELS! It can be a bit frustrating at times but you quickly learn how to describe the most bizarre contortions of the body when faced with someone who's ten times more flexible than you can ever imagine being. Only slight...
A few days ago we got a visit from an old college friend. Vince was in town on business and called to see if we were home. Several times he'd call that he would stop by and then never show up, so we didn't have a lot of faith that he would this time. We've played with him a few times over the years so we always looked forward to him spending some time out in...
You know you're a Lesbian Empress: When you realize anytime someone messes with you, it's like Helen of Troy. There's an army of LezBro's crossing oceans to battle for your honor. When your LezBro kicks the A$$ of some jerk-off that won't leave you alone, you starting singing, "Hey now, hey now. My LezBro's back!" You sing this unfazed in the middle of the...
For as long as I can remember I've felt the need to expose myself. I've never been a flasher. But that urge has always been there. And now, as a photographer who shoots nudes of women, I feel as though I owe it to them to experience what they feel. I've always wondered whether they get a thrill from posing. And too, if I enjoy seeing nude photos of women,...
This is a true account of a few hours in a weekend some years ago, when Ellen (my wife of 20 years) and I visited an old high school friend in his studio in downtown Dearborn, Michigan. It was easily the most thrillingly erotic experience of my life up to that point, so much so that I am actually afraid that our lives will change somehow. After 20 years of t...
I was lying on a low, pink velvet chaise longue. I was naked apart from a pair of black, lacy top holdups. The fortyish guy who had introduced himself as 'just call me Mac' was kneeling beside it. His shirt was undone and his trousers and underpants were pushed down round his knees. He was stunningly erect and I was holding his erection. "Oh that's lovely S...