As I lit the last of the candles, she walked slowly out onto the set. I know I must have been trippin cuz I swear time itself started moving in slow motion. Every step had a sensual nature about it. The movement of the white satin robe contrasting against her dark chocolatey skin was like foamy ocean waves gently washing over the midnight shore, and I wondered what mysteries were hidden beneath.
Whew... I deeply exhaled shake myself out of this lustful trance. I had a job to do. I was here to photograph this beautiful specimen, not stand gawking at her, although that's all I wanted to do.
Her voice brought me back to reality, "Where do you want me at?"
"Pressed tightly against me," I thought to myself. I resisted that urge though and said, "How bout you just set yourself up on the bed there."
Now this was no ordinary bedroom scene. I designed it myself. It was an image straight out of a fantasy. A round, feather soft bed layered in flowing satin sheets. Woven silk hung from the tall wrought iron bed frame. Surrounding the bed were pedestals with several candles providing a warm, comfortable glow. The scene itself sent the senses into a lustful submission, blocking out all distractions and focusing on one thing – that one object that you crave and desire. That one element was gracefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, completing this perfect scene. As I positioned myself behind my camera she slid her robe off revealing more of her bare, lustrous skin accented by edges of lace concealing her treasures of temptation below. I exhaled deeply and put my eye to the camera and began to focus my shot.
"Just be natural, hun," I told her. "Feel the mood and let it flow."
She started to move and pose and I started snapping pictures. However, I wasn't prepared for the sight I was about to witness. The display before me was artful; a sexy interpretive dance. Her movements were so graceful and seductive, enslaving my visual cortex. Poetic motion so captivating, simply intoxicating; overwhelming my senses and literally getting me high off the beauty of it all. In my daze, I didn't realize I had stopped taking pictures. She was looking at me questioningly.
"I'm sorry... I just want to change angles," I lied. I repositioned my camera, set focus, and continued taking pictures. However, I got drawn into the moment once again. I managed to continue, until she reached behind her back, unclasping her lacy bra, sliding it down inch by inch with each shot, revealing more of her heavenly landscape. As my eyes fell upon her exquisitely sculpted form, I felt the blood rush from my head and my heart rate increased. I had never witnessed such a perfect figure in all my years. After a moment, I realized I stopped taking pictures again and my jaw was hanging open. As I realized what was happening, I quickly closed my mouth and noticed the female laying on the bed six feet in front of me. Coyly, lying on her stomach, legs dangling in the air, head propped on her hand smirking at me. Her smile was strangely inviting and captured my gaze. I couldn't help but smile back.
