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, then perhaps they'd enjoy photos of me. Or, at least, I'd like to think so.
I recently joined FetLife, an on-line social networking site for the kink community, where there are many explicit photos of members. It seems to be an un-stated rule on the site. Several models that I've worked with are also members and have their photos posted. So now the idea of being totally exposed to women that I know has really excited me.
The term they use on FetLife, for one of my favorite fetishes, is CFNM, or clothed female nude male. And, it's often portrayed on porn sites in a group setting with several women, clothed, or perhaps only dressed in lingerie, and a single nude man being the center of attention, their toy.
At a local adult boutique I happened to meet one of the owners, a beautiful young woman, Amy, also a FetLife member. I was shocked when she told me she had never modeled before. She said that she was kind of shy and felt awkward posing. I convinced her that I would make it fun and easy. She said that she had always wanted to be a "beach bunny", so she agreed.
I wanted to make sure to have a good location; not too crowded, and with nice backdrops. So, the day before the shoot was scheduled I drove north, toward Davenport, to scout out the beaches between there and Santa Cruz. There are several clothing optional beaches along that stretch. I didn't know if Amy wanted to shoot any nudes, but I wanted to have some privacy in any case.
I stopped at several beaches and saw some that were promising. At 4 Mille Beach, there were some couples nude sun bathing. But I was looking for something a bit more secluded. Driving on, right before Panther Beach, I noticed a turn-out that looked promising. A steep rocky trail, lined with poison oak let down to an empty beach. A prominent rock, shaped like a shark's fin, stood in the center of the cove a few feet out in the surf. On one side of the cove reached a flat rock outcropping. Next to it waves rushing through an arch onto the beach. It would be perfect.
Amy was a delight to work with. When she and I arrived at the beach the first thing she did was fling off her top. She may have been shy, but she certainly wasn't repressed! I knew she was going to be great to work with. For the rest of the day we shot beautiful images of her posing, topless, wearing only sheer purple panties and a wide brim floppy straw hat, frolicking on the beach.
