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

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.