When you tell someone that you are a Photographer the subject sooner or later turns to "fine art" nudes. I use the little "" because no one wants to come out and say "Hey do you do glamour photography?" It's is always, "So, you must have done some fine art nudes in your time." It is in all of us, that curiosity of the naked figure. And finding someone who ju...
Sarah and I had often talked about our fantasies and the common theme was being exhibitionists and fucking in public. So after much discussion we decided to have sex on camera in a professional studio. After careful research I made a phone call to a studio not far away and had a chat with the photographer. He mentioned that couples fucking on camera was fa...
I have been a photographer for nearly twenty years, working the past five out of a standard storefront studio and shop. I used to work the glamour and fashion runway circuit, but I got tired of dealing with shallow, anorexic chicks with phony silicone tits and decided to find something more enjoyable. I do the wedding gigs and portraits to pay the bills like...
Dear Bob, Honey, you remember the glamour photo shoot you gave me for my birthday last year? I know you do because you have the pictures from that session, and we had one framed which sits on your desk. It was a great gift, and it was such a treat for me to have the chance to have a professional make-up and hair design artist work with me to prepare me for...
Chapter Four: A Glimpse Of Adultery You want me to get caught, don't you? Be honest. You ache for me to be discovered and punished. The dirty whore must have what's due her. She can't be a cheating slut and enjoy it, too. And get away with it. It would be a crying shame. Look at poor George, you say. Poor? I bet he is richer than you. He loves his litt...
It was a beautiful day; the sun was out, casting its warm beams on the city below. There was a cool breeze that complimented the warmth and carried the heady smell of the lilacs through the air, filling the hall of the big brick church on Gotham Street. The sun shone through the stained glass windows casting different tones on the walls and the floors, illum...
Dear reader, This is my first story in English and I hope my translation program is better than I am. The whole thing is a mystery and I want you to guess the person by the story. I wish you a lot of fun and hope that it is not too easy. *** I would like to introduce myself briefly. As an author I call myself Arne, I come from Germany and have already...
This is a story thread that I tried several years ago on the Literotica "Sexual Roleplaying Board". I think that I've figured out how to develop it into a romantic short story. So here's the introduction -- with more to follow. -------------------- THE DAY HELL FROZE OVER When I finished High School my ever practical father, a General Contractor, insisted...
Peter Parker and his high-fashion model wife left the party; Pete had been so busy being Spider-Man he was actually glad to put his web-slinging on hold to spend some time with MJ, away from their usual city-crazed routine. The young man smiled at his spouse; surely he was the luckiest man on earth. Mary Jane was every man's dream girl, her beautiful face h...
Nancy Locates Some Prospects Nancy preceded me into what looked like a very popular bar. I dawdled around outside for about five minutes before going inside. The place was fairly crowded, mostly with students in their twenties. There were also a few customers who looked too young to be in there, at least to drink. Nancy was at the bar ordering a drink. I a...