Welcome to the Darkroom:
In my circle of photographers, we don’t talk about cameras, or lenses, or even Photoshop.
We talk about life, the human condition.
Making pictures is the act of me seeing you…
….and then you seeing me see you
…and then me seeing you see me seeing you.
…and in this moment, answers to unspoken questions rise up in the developer tray.
The camera isn’t so much about pictures, it is permission.
The many women who have come through my boudoir photography studio over the years have come for this reason: To be witnessed by another, to alter how they witness themselves.
Each of these stories is a mix of fact and fantasy.
All are about witness.
I raise a glass to my photography hero, Richard Avedon, who wisely confessed:
“Sometimes I think my pictures, are all just pictures of me”.
Enjoy.
— Paul Duane
Dark room, low ceiling.
Desert Dwellers on stage, grinding out hypnotic bass lines that connect heaven and earth.
Lasers and moving lights cutting through fog.
Anna pushes me up against a pillar in the middle of the dance floor.
She wraps her body around me.
Her feral hips move against my body to the deep pulsing bass lines.
Our eyes fall into sync.
Our lips dance against one another.
Am I tripping?
Did we take anything?
No.
Her full lips and toungue tongue meet mine in time with the slow, sacred, ancient rhythms.
I move her against the same pillar, holding her wrists together high above her head.
We take turns.
Her head tilts back.
Anna’s cleavage flirts with becoming a total reveal.
Sweat spots on her thin white top show the color of her nipples.
Her hips writhe.
One hand grips my hip.
Her other hand caresses her breast momentarily as it travels up her body in dance.
Eyes – still locked.
We share breath.
Everyone is watching- I think.
I’m not watching them, I cannot be sure.
We drive home, hand in hand – quiet, smiling.
Desert Dwellers is playing softly on the car stereo.
I pull into the parking lot of her massive apartment complex.
“Park up front”, she says sweetly.
“Right there”, she points to a handicapped spot.
I look at her to double check the wisdom of parking illegally.
“It’s fine”, she says with a smile.
I place the car in park.
We turn to each other and kiss.
“Turn the car off”, she whispers.
I leave the stereo playing.
We kiss deeply.
My hand runs up into the back of her hair.
I pull her closer to me.
Her hand grips my thigh.
We sink into each other’s mouths.
She touches the bulge in my pants.
“Mmmm…..” She comments.
She caresses the strain in my pants.
She unfastens my belt with a single hand.
Her other hand runs through my hair as we kiss more deeply.
She undoes the button on my pants.
Desert Dwellers continues to pulse.
Her thumbnail enters into my briefs.
“Mmmhhmmm…”
She teaches in and pulls out my cock.
Her little hand wraps around me. She begins to gently stroke.
“That feels so good.” I whisper.
“Mmmmm…..” She comments as we kiss.
“My god… the way you touch me… it’s like you had a cock in a past life…”
She looks down.
“You are so beautiful. So big. Fuck.”
She gives me another kiss.
Her head moves down.
I feel her warm breath on my cock.
She kisses it three times.
Her soft lips part, wrapping around my head.
She takes a deep breath.
My cock disappears completely into her.
I lose my breath.
My whole body tingles.
She begins to slowly bob her head up and down.
With her other free hand, she unbuttons her own pants.
Her hand disappears into her panties.
Someone walks down the sidewalk with their dog.
A window on the second floor has a perfect view of us.
The light turns off inside.
I see movement behind the dim window.
Isn’t she worried about being seen by her neighbors?
This parking spot was her idea.
She’s the one who went for my belt.
My shorts.
My cock.
Her own pants.
Her own pussy.
Anna continues.
A car door shuts two spaces down.
We both open our eyes and look around.
20 feet away, a pizza delivery driver makes a drop off.
The customer digs through his pockets for a tip.
She strokes my cock as we watch the tip take place.
Anna turns back to me.
A mischievous smile emerges on her lips.
Her eyebrows flash.
Her eyes are bright and deep.
She kisses me deeply.
I taste myself on her tongue.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” she replies.
Anna kisses me again.
She peels off her transparent white top.
I take one of her breasts into my mouth.
Her nails grip the back of my scalp.
She pushes my head away.
Anna’s head returns to my lap.
Her hand returns to her pussy.
“Mmmmhhhh……”
I notice more windows.
My god, there must be 50 of them staring right at us.
“Mmmm….baaaaayyyyyb…..” She mumbles, mouth full of cock.
A pretty blonde girl walks out. She meets her boyfriend, jumping up into his arms 13 feet away. She definitely did not notice us. Her loss.
I check my rearview mirror.
I can’t check my blind spots without making it weird.
All clear.
Her lips and tongue continue.
I lay my head back on my headrest and close my eyes. Something bright bangs at the door of my eyelids.
A streetlight beams directly at my retinas.
It is harsh and unrelenting.
The city has been replacing the old orange-hued sodium vapor lights, and the slightly blue-hued mercury vapor lights with new LED fixtures.
The old bulbs had a softness to them. Their characteristic buzz was the song of the night.
The LED bulbs are so insistent. Their light is cold, intense, and unforgiving. Utilitarian. Silent.
I imagine what it would look like if that light were one of those warm, dare I say, ‘romantic’, orange street lights.
Her head bobs up and down on my cock.
I imagine how its amber light would illuminate her spunky, bleached white hair.
I imagine the way her skin would glow.
Next, I fantasize about another light coming in from the other side – but this one, a blue hued mercury vapor light, creating a contrasting directional light that would give her hair, her neck, her jawline a contrast of complementary colors.
Yes… yes… that would be amazing.
I would feel like I was in a music video – the ultimate Whitesnake video.
This is the music video Whitesnake wishes they could have made, but didn’t.
She gives a gentle moan.
Yes. That moan would fit perfectly in between the second verse and the chorus.
John Sykes’ ferocious guitar solo from “Still of the Night” roars through my head.
Desert Dwellers continues to play on the stereo.
Her pants are riding ever lower.
She’s not wearing panties.
The amber and cool blue lights illuminate the curves of her ass, making her skin radiate like a cyberpunk sex goddess.
David Coverdale would be very into this.
Anna has been making out with my cock for the past… while.
She reaches for my hand and gently squeezes it.
The artistic lighting disappears.
I stop thinking about hair metal.
I snap back to Anna.
“Mmmmm….. You taste so good” she mumbles between strokes.
She knows exactly what she is doing.
I feel the moment of inevitability approaching.
She knows.
She feels even more attentive.
I lay my head back and breathe deeply.
“Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm……”
and by this she means, “yes, babe… let it happen”.
Her pants are barely hanging onto her hips.
Her hand moves intently inside of them.
“Mmm… hhhh….mmmmm…..”
And by this she means, “I know you know much this turns me on.”
Energy gathers in my head.
The energy descends down my shaft.
“Ooohhhmmmmm….” Anna encourages me. .
The energy floods into my balls.
My breathing quickens.
“Fuuuuuuccckkk….”
And by this I mean, “You are my dream girl, you turn me on inside and out.”
Desert Dwellers continues with a song that dives deep and visceral.
Her free hand finds mine.
She gives me two gentle squeezes.
By this she means, “I want you to cum.”
“Oooohhhmmm!!!” Anna’s hand is moving purposefully inside her unbuttoned jeans.
She is breathing deeply.
“Gaaaawwwwwd…….” I exhale, and by this I mean,
“Just knowing you want it, is going to send me over the edge.”
“Mmmmmmmm!”
And by this she means, “I want to cum with you.”
Anna begins to whimper as she multitasks.
“FUCK… yes babe… yes….”
Primal energy gathers deep inside me.
Anna’s moans become unmistakeable.
The resonance in her moans is the final vote.
My body takes over.
I forget my name.
….time
….place
… language itself.
My body pumps into her little mouth.
She moans loudly.
Her hips convulse.
Her hand moves impossibly fast inside her pants.
She gasps for air.
She returns to my cock.
She cries out. I feel it resonate through my cock.
She gulps in sync.
Over.
And over
And over
And over
And over….
And then –
The sacred emptiness.
My pulse begins to slow down.
I wipe sweat from my forehead.
I can barely breathe deeply enough.
I lay my head back.
She pats my upper thigh.
“Oh my God, Anna…”
She giggles.
“You needed that…
….so did I.”
She kisses me once more.
“Sweet dreams, lover”.
She softly closes my car door.
Her hips sway as she walks to the front door of her apartment building.
She turns to me.
Blows a kiss.
Disappears into the building.
~ The End ~
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