The Photographer

Dad always told me and my brothers, "Life begins on the other side of this here thought: 'What the fuck do I think I'm doing?' If you ain't thinking that every once in a while, you ain't living."

I don't think me in a freezing studio apartment with my dick out was what he had in mind. It most definitely had me thinking 'What the fuck do I think I'm doing?' though.

The photographer was snapping away. She had me doing little poses, but this felt less like a photo shoot and more like a game of endurance.

"Try not to look so uncomfortable," Jasmine said.

"Says the w-woman wearing a c-coat."

She snapped another picture then lowered her camera. "Do you wanna stop and take a break?"

"Nah. L-Let's f-finish this."

When we finally did, I put my dick back in my boxers and redid my pants. Jasmine handed me my turtleneck and socks.

"I appreciate you helping bring my vision to life," she said.

I nodded, my teeth chattering too much to speak. She went around the apartment closing the wide opened windows while I put on my boots. When I looked up, she was in front of me extending an envelope.

I took it, thanking her.

She walked me to the front door. Words couldn't express how glad I was to be getting up out of that ice box. I grabbed my coat off the rack as we said our goodbyes, and I was off, my skin warming up at the thought of how much heavier my pockets were.

I came awake to my phone ringing. With all the anger of a single, child-free man that was rarely woken up when I was sleeping, I snatched the receiver off the hook. "What?"

"Franklin, hey. It's Jasmine."

This reminded me of years ago when I had many women calling my line in the middle of the night, their voices laced with need. This wasn't one of those calls. Not from a woman like Jasmine.

"Hey, Jasmine. How you doing?"

"Fine, thanks." I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed to find it was ten-twenty PM. "Listen, I know this is unprofessional, but I was going through your pictures, editing them and—"

The worst thought came to mind. "You need to retake them?" Another afternoon in that deep freezer of an apartment.

Her prolonged silence answered the question. I sighed. "Alright. I can come back tomorrow, around the same time. That work?"

"I don't need you to retake the pictures, Franklin. I need you to...come see me... Tonight."

It was my turn to be silent as I recognized that deepness in her voice.

"I know this isn't right, but I was going over the shoot and..."

"Your pussy got wet?" I finished for her.

"Yes," she admitted.

I rubbed my thigh, where moments ago my dick had been resting in a relaxed state. Now it was semi-hard as it recognized it was being summoned. "Tell me what you want."

"I want...you."

"How do you want me?"

Silence on the other line.

"Tell me how you want me or you're not getting me."

"I want you...inside of me."

"Inside you where?"

Her answer was breathy, practically a moan, like her fingers had just found her clit as she was saying it. "...everywhere..."

Not going to lie, that declaration had me feeling smug as hell. Knowing I had power over this woman was like finding out I was the man all over again. Only because she was labeled as 'unobtainable' by every person that knew her name and her work. Jasmine L'Thene's sexual photographs were for the public to devour, but the woman herself was for no man or woman to have.

"The dick got your attention?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"No, it wasn't the dick. It was the man."

I tried to remember what I might've done to captivate her; I'd been myself, told a few jokes, cussed a lot to help me get through the cold. Nothing in particular stood out.

"I'll come through," I said, climbing out of bed. "On two conditions."

"What are the conditions, Franklin?"

The way she said my name made my dick harder and I put a pep in my step. "Have the heat on, no opened windows. And be naked when I get there."

She snickered cutely. "I will be."

Her studio apartment was spacious, the front room mostly taken up by her camera equipment, lights, and a backdrop. On the other side was her fancy ass, King sized floor bed. It was made with silk, purple sheets, looking like water in the dim light.

That's where she walked to after letting me through the front door. I didn't follow her, too busy watching her hips switch, her ass jiggle, as she walked across the wood floor. When she bent down to get in the bed, the sight of her pussy lips and parted ass cheeks was damn near enough to take me out the game.

I went to the foot of her bed, beginning to undress while looking down at her. She was biting her lip, her head cocked up at me like she was beholding a god. That's how she had me feeling with the undivided attention in her big, brown eyes.

"Touch your pussy," I said.

Slowly, she parted her legs and did what I told her to do. Two fingers went back and forth from her swollen clit to her glistening opening. I bet she had been playing with it while we were on the phone. The way it was already leaking her juices made it look like she'd been through a round or two of this.

She moaned, her breathing quickening.

"Slow down, baby. Don't make yourself cum."

"I want you to come down here and make me cum," she whined.

My clothes were on the floor around me. The only thing I wore now was a hard-on that I had in one hand.

"I don't want to give it to you yet. I like hearing you beg."

She smiled, dimples piercing her cheeks. "You'd rather make me beg than," she laid back, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers, "put your dick in here?"

I sucked in a breath. She'd gotten me with that move.

I joined her in the bed, replacing her fingers with mine. With that pussy still spread open, I buried my tongue inside, needing to taste that shit. Her juices took my hunger for her to another level. I moaned as I closed my mouth around her clit. Her thighs trembled like speakers when I started sucking on it.

"Franklin!" she moaned, her hips coming up off the bed. I locked down on her, wrapping my arms around her thighs. She couldn't move much after that, having to take my tongue lashing and my mouth sucking. Her nails dragged across my shoulders, only making me assault her pussy more.

I knew she came when her thighs locked around my head. That didn't stop me. I slid two fingers in her.

"Oh my god. Fuck me, Franklin," she moaned.

I maintained eye contact, her eyes as heavy as her voice, as I kept sliding my fingers in and out of her.

"Tell me how bad you want this dick."

"I want it sooo bad."

"Tell me how bad."

"So bad I won't be satisfied until I have it."

I sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth then the other. I kissed up her body until my tongue was deep in her mouth, fighting with hers. That kiss told me just how bad she wanted me.

I took my fingers out and slid the head of my dick in. She gasped at the sudden penetration, her eyes dilating.

"I thought you wanted it," I said. "You can't even handle the tip."

She rotated her hips, hungry for more, so I gave her more. Her mouth and eyes were O's by the time I had every inch in her. Her breaths were coming fast like she was overwhelmed.

"Fuck me," she cried, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I complied, but I didn't stroke her fast and hard. I slid in her slow and deep, watching the faces she made, the sounds that came from her mouth. Her eyes were in the back of her head after a while, and I was fighting not to cum. Her pussy was soaking wet around my dick, drawing me back in like it had a life of its own and didn't want to let me go.

"You're gonna make me cum," she said, gripping me like she wasn't ready for it.

Her body squeezed me tight as she came, her moan loud and weepy in my ear. I kissed her neck and said sweet nothings to her as she settled down.

I had to take myself out to keep from coming. I turned her on her stomach and swatted her ass with my dick. It was then that I saw her asshole was as moist as her pussy.

"Put it in," she said, spreading her ass.

I didn't hesitate, rarely getting to fuck a woman in her ass. The tiny hole adjusted easily around my dick, taking the whole thing in one thrust. I tried to give her a minute but she lifted her hips anxiously.

I fucked her ass the opposite way I'd fucked her pussy. I went in hard, fucking her the way she needed to be fucked. There was something so degrading about anal sex that it turned me into a beast. She was gripping the sheets and looking back at me, her face scrunched up, as I went in and out of her. There was no holding myself back then. It was too much excitement, too much stimulation. I saw white as I finally busted, my body shuttering from the power of the orgasm. I don't know how long it lasted but when my vision returned, balls drained, I had just enough strength to fall onto the bed beside her.

I'd been somewhere between sleep and consciousness when I felt warmth wrapped around my dick. I realized she was washing me with a rag. It felt good as hell.

"Tell me something," I said weakly. "What was it about me that made you want this? You claim it wasn't my dick."

"It wasn't."

"Then tell me what it was."

"I just see things beyond the surface. When I was taking pictures of you, it was all in your face, in your body language, just something that made me want you."

I smiled. "I wonder what that could've been. I thought I was stiff as hell in front of that camera."

"You were. But you were also perfect."

"Perfect, huh? How often do you encounter this perfection in people?"

"Rarely. That's why I had to have it for myself."

"Mmm, that feels good. You keep doing that you're going to have it for yourself a lot more tonight."

Her lips were suddenly on mine, her sweet tasting tongue in my mouth. "I want more. A lot lot more."