I thought I would share a story. It is kind of tame compared to many erotic tales, but this one is true. I got married when I was quite a bit younger. We were a great looking couple if I do say so myself. I am southern girl born and bred, a brunette with milky white pale skin and rosy cheeks. At that time I had a 36d chest, small waist, and a 34 inch hips. My groom, Bob, was six foot two inch hunk with wavy red hair. We spent a lot of money on the wedding, catering, flowers, facilities, photographer, limousine, the whole works.
My wedding photographer was a very young athletic black man named Jay who didn't have much more than a camera. He has dropped out of school to pursue his dream. Since that time he has done well and has a studio of his own and has won awards, and also has his pictures published in major magazines.
My husband Bob (now my ex-husband) saw one of his advertisements a year or so ago and saw a chance to have one of his fantasies come true. He contacted Jay and asked him if he would do boudoir shots of me. Jay didn't look for that business but Jay remembered how hot I looked on my wedding day and agreed to do the shoot.