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I am an experienced photographer in the field of glamour photography. I am a member of a photography club with a varied membership of amateur and professional photographers. The club provides technical support and advice for photographers, photography nights were models are available to shoot and club competitions. For my own part, I have had work published...
My Wife’s Night Class Ch. 5: Arranging a Photo Shoot I called in sick Thursday because I felt like spending a leisurely morning with my wife, who had put on such a good sex show for me with her classmate John the night before. Also, there were some stirrings of jealousy I needed to deal with. After getting massaged and briefly fingerfucked by the ridiculous...
I finally worked up the nerve to tell her one of my fantasies. Most married men are unwilling to open up with their wives about their fantasies. I guess is involves some fear of rejection and possible the fact that many married women are simply not interested in pleasing their husband. I am convinced that this is why so much infidelity exists these days. Men...
Amazingly a decade had passed since the very first occasion that Rachel had floated the idea of having some professional, high-class nudes of herself shot as a very special present to myself. As so often is the case, life had gotten in the way and that idea had never developed into anything more substantial than the occasional episode of pillow talk in bed....
The author gratefully acknowledges the editorial assistance LadyCibelle and WhiteWave48. Executive Privilege 1 – The Arrangement The lounge at the posh Creekside Hotel was spacious and offered several secluded alcove tables. Ann Darcy had reserved one of these on the mid level that gave her a view of the entrance from the privacy created by a tall curved...
Only half way through a long night and the flight attendant loathed me. I had already consumed too much alcohol. All I could do was try to sleep. This was the smallest plane that I had ever flown in and there was plenty of turbulence to remind me how much I hated flying. Working for a large multinational retailer provides plenty of opportunities to extend y...
The big day was a week away. Christine had arranged a big gala at the club and she would be circulating, stopping to greet all the golfers. It would be a big photo opp. She had selected a very specific outfit for this event. It was a low cut, backless, black dress. It showed some nice cleavage, which should attract some nice attention. It was also the kind o...
The wet weather had finally broken and what seemed to be a newly energized sun beamed out of a cerulean blue sky flecked with invitingly puffy clouds. It caught her blonde hair, transforming it into waves of gold and bronze and the yellow of late summer straw. This shoulder length mane, already slightly disordered by the caressing breeze, framed a face of st...
1. Shopping with Nancy It was a Saturday in early September when Nancy and I decided to go shopping at a nearby mall called Stonestown Galleria. Fortunately, since it was fairly warm for San Francisco, she put on a pair of very short shorts, a low-necked peasant-style blouse, and sandals. I say "unfortunately" because, though it may seem odd to some peopl...