Welcome to the Darkroom: In my circle of photographers, we don’t talk about cameras, or lenses, or even Photoshop. We

Technique is like vodka.
The better it is, the less you notice it.

With Ashley, I didn’t taste the vodka at all.
I taste her, through my cock –  

Her hunger, her joy, her eroticism, in taking me deep, in swallowing me down. 

A generously, lovingly, enthusiastically given blow job speaks to a man’s soul in a way that no steak ever could, no matter how much Emeril sanctifies it.

It says, “I see you. I feel you. I taste you. I want ALL of you, inside of me, in the deepest and most intimate of ways. That’s how much I love, accept, and adore you.”
When she swallows me, it is a sacrament to her. It is holy communion – she takes this part of me, and makes it part of her, quite literally.