Cynthia Dunnellon always found herself to be unique around her other women, they were always talking about their
feelings
when it came to other people. They talked endlessly about how they felt about their parents, their friends, singers, movie stars, and always boys, boys, boys. How somebody made them
feel
was always the forefront of their conversations. Cyndi was more visually stimulated, and if she felt anything about someone or something, it was always how they or it looked. Soon her feelings centered around how she thought she could capture that image. When she was a young teen, she found that she could capture images with her first cell phone and her world changed in an instant. She photographed everything, she once spent an afternoon following a feral cat shooting pictures of it until the memory on her phone was full, simply because she wanted one picture that summed up what that cat was all about. When she found photo manipulation software where she could crop, frame and manipulate a photograph, her future was set.
As she matured and her body changed and she recorded those changes with selfies, from her first pubic hair to her ever increasing bust it was all captured through a reflection in her full-length mirror. Then came that marvelous day she discovered her body's ability to orgasm. Of course, she took a selfie immediately after that discovery and her selfie showed a completely different Cyndi looking back at her, a suddenly more mature, much more relaxed, self-confident and happy Cyndi. Why didn't she discover that magic hidden deep in her body years ago? Why did she have to wait until long after she graduated from high school? The reason is because while she photographed her fellow students in middle and high school, she didn't really interact with them socially so their discoveries about their bodies never made it to Cyndi.
Now she began a study of sex in all its forms and practices, and she realized that she wanted to catalogue it all, but first she had to experience it. "I need someone to have sex on me," she moaned to her college roommate. She was sitting on her bed looking at her roommate Rebecca who was working on a paper at her desk.
Rebecca's eyebrows shot up. "Have sex
on
you? Don't you mean have sex
with
you?"
"See? I don't even know how to say it right," the tiny brunette groaned.
Rebecca looked at her roommate who was cute as a button, she was tiny, barely five foot one, but perfectly proportioned, her measurements were 30C - 20 - 32 with wavey dark brown hair, matching dark brown eyes, naturally bright red lips and milky white skin. Why she doesn't have a flock of horny frat boys circling over her like a bomber formation of sexed up vultures waiting for her to spread her legs is a mystery to Rebecca. "What kind of sex do you want?"
"The good kind."
Rebecca stared at Cynthia for a full minute, when she realized that Cyndi was not going to elaborate, she finally asked, "What is the good kind?"
Cynthia shrugged. "Better than the bad kind?"
Rebecca sighed, "it all comes down to individual preferences." She was starting the realize why her roommate was still a virgin. "What sounds good to you?"
"I don't know... the kind where I orgasm a lot."
Rebecca rolled her eyes with impatience. "Do you want it with a guy? A girl? Do you want to blow him? Do you want him to go down on you? Do you want romance? Do you want it rough? There's a lot of things that go into the good kind," said Rebecca.
Cyndi rolled her eyes upward as she concentrated. "All of that... with a guy... but no butt stuff... everything else is ok."
"No problem," grinned Rebecca as she reached for her phone, she knew just who to call. Her boyfriend's roommate was perfect...
"Oh, and he can't be camera shy."
Rebecca paused and stared at her roommate with a new respect. "There you go!"
Now a decade later Cynthia Dunnellon and her business partner Rebecca Hilliard were the most in-demand private photographers in the DC area. It started with one senator and a member of his staff recreating a portrait of one of the senator's ancestors taken back in 1857. They recreated the pose which was a traditional 19th century pose. The senator sat in a wingback chair, feet planted firmly on the floor and was holding a walking stick, while the female staffer stood behind him like she was his wife, both staring off into the middle distance, both had a stern expression on their face as was common back in the days when an exposure could last up to a full minute. However, both were completely naked. Nothing about the portrait made sense to Cyndi but she took the picture, and the Senator was happy.
A year later a sex scandal involving that senator hit the headlines and word got out about the existence of that portrait, Cynthia refused to reveal any details and even spent a few nights in jail for her refusal. In the end that was the best publicity she ever hand, here was a photographer who would capture an image and keep her mouth shut about it.
After the senator's situation died down the requests started coming in. At first it was "boudoir photography" where a relationship needed a little spicing up and the wife or girlfriend posed in skimpy lingerie, or a see-through negligee. Then to nudes, both men and women which eventually evolved into nude couples, and they were happy that Cyndi didn't seem to notice or mind an erection. Actually, Cyndi fought hard to keep her favorite body organ from being the central subject of the photographs.
They transitioned to more explicit photography when a customer only known as Kathy X wanted to show her husband what she thought about while he was risking his life in Afghanistan. Kathy sat on the frilly canopy bed Cynthia had on her bedroom set in her studio used for boudoir photos and gazed into a photograph of her young soldier in his Army dress uniform. As Cyndi walked around the bed shooting photograph after photograph, Kathy began to rub her vulva and talk to the photograph. "Dennis, I can't wait for the day you come back to me. I know you can't wait either. I don't care if you come home walking or wounded, I'll be here for you." Kathy X was mentally no longer in a studio posing for pictures, she was alone, calling to her husband.
Now two fingers began sliding in and out of her pussy. "We're going to make love all night long, we'll do it on the tarmac at Andrews Air Base, just come home to me baby." Cyndi watched on in amazement as the lonely young wife began to finger fuck herself. Her sorrow tugged at Cyndi's heart but the fingers sliding in and out of her pussy tugged the little photographer in a different direction. Regardless, Cynthia was a professional and she kept shooting. If this was film rather than digital, she would have to spend the rest of the month in the darkroom.
The young Army wife rolled on to her back and planted her feet firmly on the bed far apart from each other. With her pussy exposed Kathy held the photograph of her husband to her chest and produced a realistic pink dildo from the folds of the duvet and eased it into her sodden depths. After two or three slow full-length strokes she began fucking herself madly crying "Fuck me Dennis! Fuck me like you'll never leave me again!" The dildo slapped into her pussy fiercely and as Kathy came, her back arched lifting her ass off of the bed. After her orgasm was over, she lay on her side curled up in a fetal position shuddering.
As her administrative assistant got the young wife composed, cleaned up, and dressed, Cynthia was in her office bent over her desk getting soundly fucked by her production assistant Roger Callahan. They both felt the heat that radiated from the lovely Army wife. The next day Cynthia began investing in video cameras.
Kathy X seemed to open up the floodgates, now couples were coming to Cynthia's studios asking to have their love making recorded for posterity in both still and video format. Cynthia's studio soon had to move to a larger building to accommodate the imaginations of their clientele. She hated using a green screen to add background scenery. "These aren't Zoom calls," she would snarl at staff meetings, so practical scenery and props had to be used and the amount of prop furniture they owned soon filled a small warehouse.
Young couples would reenact their honeymoon night, newly expectant parents would reenact the conception of the child they were expecting in six or seven months. Older couples would record the lovemaking on anniversaries. Then the fantasies became popular, bondage was a favorite, Cyndi's dungeon set had waiting lists that stretched out for months. The S&M got so out of hand that Cyndi declared a standing rule that shooting would shut down at the sign of blood for "sanitary reasons" and all participants in the shoot, tops, and bottoms all had a safe word. Also, because of an entanglement with Law Enforcement in an early fantasy shoot, all "Hard R" and harder shoots had to be done in studio. It ruined the customers excitement and the thrill of the chance of getting caught, but it lowered the chance of a lawsuit.
The first time Cynthia recorded a pair of lesbians, she handled the shoot with the professionalism that made her studio a legend in the field. But right after the pair left the building Cynthia went to Rebecca's office and standing just inside the doorway cleared her throat and nervously said, "Can I bother you for a favor?"
Rebecca, knowing what kind of shoot that Cyndi was handling that day just smiled. "Lock the door," as if telling a young child. She rose and headed over to the couch in her office, halfway there her dress was off and laying in a pile on the floor. "Come here you," she grinned as she patted the couch cushion, and thus a new dimension was added to Cyndi's love life. And just in time too because next week an FFM was scheduled, Cyndi was confused as to the significance, but Roger and Rebecca couldn't wait for after the shoot.
