Portrait of Jeanne
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On the eighteenth anniversary of the son of my best friend, Oksana, I decided to give him a really worthy gift of this event. I knew he wanted to be a photographer and become famous for his work, but he didn't have a good camera. I bought a good professional camera for him. Let it was quite expensive, but I really wanted to pamper Andrew.Andrew was quite a nice sociable young man, of medium height, but without the impressive muscles. In General, he made a good impression, but as a man I never...
Glamour Photographer By Heather St. Claire I love my work. Why? Because I get to spend my days making women happy....and a few special men, who should have been born women, extremely happy. On the surface, you wouldn't think there's anything special about me. I'm 51 years old (already!), tall, with a nicely proportioned figure and golden blonde hair that's still shoulder length. I exercise, try to eat healthy foods, and generally take care of myself. I beam with pride when...
Dillon was learning to speak Russian a little better after a week in Kiev, Ukraine. He found the people friendly and helpful, and a larger percentage of them spoke a bit of English than he had expected. Dillon took every opportunity to practice his Russian, freely starting conversations with the accommodating Ukrainians. He focused his efforts on the beautiful young women of the city when possible. They seemed to find the tall and lean American with a camera slung over his shoulder...
Please read the first part “First Class AC Nightmare” @ , would help to get the plot of this story. And second part for continuation “Glooming at Gents Hair Saloon” @ , would add spice to the current story. And third part for continuation “Village Adventure of an Idiot Wife” @ , would add spice to the current story. And fourth part for continuation “Colleague Taking Over Control” @ , would add spice to the current story. And fifth part for continuation “Local Crook Free Mistress” @ , would...
Confessions of a PhotographerLike a lot of guys I love looking at the female form. Any shape and any age which comes in handy in my profession you see I am a professional photographer. I started when I was very young and an old box camera. At first it was just family pictures, landscapes and what I called impromptu photos. These often were just catching family and friends without them knowing it. By 18 I had progressed to developing my own pictures mostly black and white, this was easier...
My wife and I got married few years ago. Since that time my wife (Eva) is in contact with our wedding photographer (Mike). He is an older guy in his 50th and good looking. My wife and I are 29 and 31. She told me from the first time they met, that this would be “the guy”. I thought at this time she meant photographer. But I was so wrong. They had several meetings before the wedding to decide what type of photos and so on. On the day of our wedding they had a photo session, he told me for the...
You are Myra. Fresh out of high school and ripe with the education that will keep you alive, you face a new day: Following is a portrait of the crucial points in your life, which you will remember eternally, or possibly not--if you fail to survive. We start at age 18, but life is filled with many years. How long you live depends on your ability to make the right decisions. The scenarios will be specific; e.g., if you are attending school, or working at a job, the means on achieving those things...
Portrait of a crossdresser as a young man By Sara Keltaine I didn't write this for others but instead as an outlet to release the demons that have haunted me since I was a child. Some might think this story funny, others might think it sad, and the people that think they know me the best would be shocked. I'm writing under a pseudonym that has become my alter ego but I will get into why's of that later. I've been told I was a happy infant and my memories of that time...
Portrait of a Wife as a Middle-Aged Woman by Ashley B. D. Zacharias I don’t understand my husband. Not at all. I’m not a pretty woman, not a young woman, not a sexy woman but I try to be a good wife. I cook a nice dinner every night. I keep the house clean. I have a job; actually, a career as a marketing manager for a chain of furniture stores. Keeping the house clean and raising our two children on top of that took a lot of my energy, but even so, I have never refused sex when Bert asked for...
All through college Brent was never seen without a camera. Brent was always trying to capture the best shot. It would annoy the hell out his friends when he'd make them pose for pictures and hold it while he moved around searching for the best angle, but they all appreciated the end result. Everyone said he had talent, but he just viewed it as a hobby. He never took a photography class or even considered pursuing it professionally. As the days since graduation passed, Brent found himself...
My wife Kamilla is still quite beautiful and sexy. A 33 years old petite, 5 ft, black haired, with brown eyes and thick black eye lashes she is very attractive. She has a gorgeous figure maintained by regular fitness exercise at the gym. I have always appreciated her small well-proportioned body and small rounded breasts which form small perfect globes on her chest, not to mention her thick black hairy mound. Even after over ten years of marriage and three children, unlike me, she appears...
Chapter 3: Bimbo Wife Fucks the Photographer by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Frank Even in her baggy dress, my bimbo wife Alice looked amazing. Her ass shook as she walked to our car, her curly, red hair falling about her shoulders. Yesterday, she had been a plump and somewhat doughty woman. I loved her despite that. And then she had injected herself with the bimbo compound I had discovered. Now she was a perfect woman, large tits, hourglass waist, beautiful face, flawless...
Introduction: Frank finds a virgin to make into his bimbo sex slave while his wife Alice is tricked into modeling for a stranger! The Bimbo Formula Chapter 3: Bimbo Wife Fucks the Photographer by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Frank Even in her baggy dress, my bimbo wife Alice looked amazing. Her ass shook as she walked to our car, her curly, red hair falling about her shoulders. Yesterday, she had been a plump and somewhat doughty woman. I loved her despite that. And then she had injected...
When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I looked forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I hadn't counted on was that for each job, there were at least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely a hindrance, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became dishearten and desperate, then I met Tish... She was an upcoming model and we became fast friends. It was she who suggested I should take some glamour shots of her and try to sell them to...
Bree Spencer set up her lights in the studio she had been allowed to use for the day, and then loaded her camera. She was a photographer for a nude male magazine, Cock Crazy. She loved her job - the thrill of seeing hard cocks and asses like steel. Lately, though, her work had been slipping. The thrill was gone, and the last ten models she'd photographed were nothing spectacular. But when the editor of the magazine, Leona, had called her with this particular assign-ment, it intrigued Bree,...
The New Photographer – by SBarak1It all started innocently enough. I was down at the pub chatting with a few mates over a beer or three. The conversation came around to me when Pete asked me what I would be doing in the way of work after the holiday season as I had finished up at my old job prior to Christmas. I mentioned I had a few irons in the fire however what I really wanted to try may hand at was some studio photography. I had been an avid amateur photographer for a long time and had...
You have decided that you want to have some professional photos done to try and spice up your sex life with your husband!! And you book me :) You have spent all morning getting ready you have had a lovely soak in the bath done all your hair and nails and you stand in front of a full-length mirror and admire your stunning body and think how can any man not fine me attractive ? You rub lotion all over your body as you rub your breasts you linger over your nipples stroking your now errect Nipples...
"Love, If you don't mind I would like to say something. " he said playing with her nipples. They were lying in bed. Anita was naked and Shekhar's body language distinctly showed that he was aroused.. "Sure, go ahead. "Anita was forthcoming. "Don't allow anyone who have sex with to discharge inside you. "he managed to say. "Why, you are jealous?"she teased. "No, I am not jealous. In fact I care for you. In these uncertain times, it is not clear as to who is carrying which disease. I have a...
Frank Even in her baggy dress, my bimbo wife Alice looked amazing. Her ass shook as she walked to our car, her curly, red hair falling about her shoulders. Yesterday, she had been a plump and somewhat doughty woman. I loved her despite that. And then she had injected herself with the bimbo compound I had discovered. Now she was a perfect woman, large tits, hourglass waist, beautiful face, flawless skin. She was also as dumb as a brick. She used to be a chemist like me. Well, I guess that...
I remember the first time I came across her profile. She had posted pics of herself. Only a few though but it was of the one part that separated her from the rest of the people on here. She had magnificent breasts. No they were not the largest I had ever seen but they were big. They had a huge areola at least three inches across but that wasn’t what made them special either. They had this shape to them they were long and cylindrical with a dome shape accentuated by the dome of an areola. Those...
Hi, pretty ladies and everyone else out there. This is Rohit back again with my 3rd real-life story which happened some months back. It sure has been quite some time since I last wrote. I have always thought about writing this out but was too busy to put pen on paper. Now finally I am able to write it. Hope all of you pretty ladies and lesbian couples haven’t forgotten this average looking guy. I would be eagerly waiting to hear from every one of you about your responses so kindly do mail me....
"You do understand the nature of the photographs we'll be shooting," Carl asked, "I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don't have a problem!?!" "I understand," the matronly female replied, "most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!!!" "And just to make it even more clear," Carl responded, "those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!!!" Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, "And...
EroticI had a new bikini for my 14th birthday and was proud to be showing it off. A soft pink pastel colour and tied up with strings on the sides. As a teenager I had a very sexy body and as soon as my boobs began growing I gained a lot of attention from the boys and any men passing by for that matter. I suppose at that age I was skinny, tanned and had nice curvaceous butt and perky tits. My girlfriend Anna and me were soaking up some sun, it was a Saturday when a cute man approached. At first he...
I had a friend who was older than me, by quite a few years. His name was Warren and he was an established photographer. He got me into photography by giving me my first real camera when I was sever teen, taught me how to frame subjects, how to measure light, how to make the best of what light there was, how to use lighting and strobes, and shadows, and the dark room. He was into creative lighting and using fading and shadowing in the dark room. He taught me what poses really were, and how to...
Gay MaleI was looking to tranny photos on the beach so I started to think what if I was that photographerWho shoot those photos .... and wrote this. ...Nice ass and cute dick ... mmm if I was the one who's take that shoot ... I will slapping your ass and squeezing your dick and balls hard while I do that I would kiss deeply and suck your tuong ..mmmm yummy and bit your lips nicely mmm.. in turned you around and start massaging your asshole mmm what a tight asshole mmmm and so sweaty ass mmm.. you're...
This story is a true story and if you shouldn't bereading this then DONT! If you like it, tell me!I was hanging around the local strip mall sometime inmy 17th year around summertime. It was after closingtime and I was alone. I began to feel a twinge betweenmy legs and felt the need to jerk off. At this time Iwas so horny I felt as if I could do anythinganywhere.I began to walk towards a dark corner of the lot whena classic Mustang convertable began to circle the lot.Inside the car was an older...
This story is based on Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read in Savita was in the back of the restaurant trying to make sure everyone was working hard when her waitress, Deepa, burst in. She came and whispered in Savita’s ear. Deepa: That customer with the camera is back again, Savita. He’s been asking for you again. Savita: Tourist? Deepa: I don’t know…but I have a crush on him. Savita: He’s certainly not unattractive. Deepa was getting hot just looking at him. Deepa: Do you want me to...
"Ouch." It hurt like hell when she rammed me from behind with that supermarket shopping cart. I was bending over, trying to get a can of soup from the bottom shelf of the display. I almost took a header into a mountain of cans when she ran into me. At first she was embarrassed and then there was a slight lilt of amusement in her voice when she said, "Oh, please excuse me." "That's quite all right." Now it was a little funny to me too. I assessed my attacker. Perhaps my age, mid to...
Editor’s note: contains graphic violence. <,.em>, * Green grass bends to the rhythm of the night. Darkness corrupts the moonlight. A body lies mutilated against the plush grass. Eyes open, the corpse is painted with blood. Barbed wire cuts into the jaw revealing thick pink crevasses, and white teeth. He watches her lying there. Skin is muted pale under a pink dress. Thick lines of jagged wire stick out where ribs should be. Blood pools out around thick legs. How beautiful, he thinks...
Professor Helen Calary walked slowly around the large classroom, her hands clasped behind her back, the heels of her shoes clacking loudly against the floorboards as she made her rounds amongst her students. There were twenty students in all, all teenage girls between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, all the earnest, pretty daughters of wealthy New England businessmen. They all sat in a circle, sitting on creaking wooden chairs in front of easels, furiously drawing away with their pastels on...
The next morning at work, I got bad news. Gary Ross was having trouble again. Gary was an ex-con, a weightlifter, a former state wrestling champ, and a troublemaker. The mill owner, Mr. Crabtree, had a soft spot for problem cases, or Gary would have been out on his ass years ago after all the trouble he used to cause at the local dives. More than one townie woke up in a hospital bed after crossing Gary. Two years ago, though, Gary started dating Lisa Hatcher, a former beauty queen from Polk...
The next few days were awful. I had to cover up the bruise on my stomach that kept getting darker and more painful, and I had to cover up that I just got an old friend killed, and that I watched him die. Sherry knew something was wrong, but we didn’t talk. Mostly we just talked about Andy. He was getting better, but I knew I had to do something or Becky Finklestein would just send him to the hospital again. You have to stand up to bullies, or they’ll never stop picking on you. And that’s...
A few hours later it was Saturday morning. There were emergency vehicles all along the road from the Finklestein’s house to mine. Since it was still several hours until sunrise, there were no lights or bullhorns or anything like that. Joel Carson was broken in so many ways it took the paramedics half an hour to get him into a body bag. “Dead in a ditch,” Sergeant Roy Cooper told me, “just like a Carson.” I shook my head. “Why my house?” I asked, even though I knew. “Probably just crawled as...
It was Saturday in mid-October. Andy had just gotten out of the hospital, and Sherry was taking him to see his cousins in the neighboring county. The change of scenery might do him some good. I could use a change of scenery myself, so I went out to the garage to work on replacing some fence posts out back. There in my man-cave with my tools, my weights, and my Corvette things made sense, and I could take my mind off of the homicidal, muscle-bound lesbian seductress up the street. For about a...
October was nearing its end, and I was starting to slip. My performance at the mill was getting worse. All I could think about was the Finklestein house, that lesbian coven of weightlifting and murder. Every so often I would see Rachel driving past, and she would laugh. But I hadn’t seen Becky since last Saturday when she almost killed me for endorsing the wrong Fraggle. Sherry and Andy were away again and I was back in the garage. I thought about lifting weights, but when I examined the bar...
I explained everything to Sergeant Roy Cooper as I showed him the cracks in the brickwork in my garage. Roy started to poke around. I didn’t tell him about Gary or the Carsons, just about Becky and her mother. “You know it sounds crazy, Rick,” he said flatly. “Although it would explain a lot. The Carson brothers. Your boy, my boy, Ken Blankenship’s boy...” “Eric?” I asked, and Roy nodded. “Broke his arms in three places. Wouldn’t tell us what happened.” Becky Finklestein happened. I was...
Introduction; Looking at the photographs of lovely old ladies showing off their bodies without any embarrassment got me thinking. How do the guys persuade them to do it? Some pics must be old lovers but still there are tons of similar pics on the net. That gave me the idea for this story.Look at this nice lady – a typical upright granny. Her name is Susan and she is attractive. Being a granny- lover I see her as attractive. In fact, she was my first model so to speak.Where I live on the south...
When she had expressed an interest in the photo shoot, Fiona had specified that she was willing to go topless, but no further; her panties were to stay firmly in place. She had done topless shots in the past before working in the topless bar where I’d met her, but now she needed a bit more cash and so was willing to do a few more shoots. As she was nearing thirty she was finding it a little difficult to compete with girls in their late teens and early twenties, so she said she was interested...
I called stage 1 my softening up phase. I'd decided that every day for a whole month, when none of the other family members were around of course, that I'd pay Mum a small compliment. Nothing provocative, just the kind of thing that any son could say to his mum. For example, on the first day I commented on how nice her hair looked. Next day I said her perfume smelled nice. At the end of the month all of these little remarks had had the effect I had wanted. Namely, that I could say them...
I first met him when I was eighteen-years-old at Kings Cross railway station in London England. I had run away from home and I was not quite sure of where I was going to sleep that night. All of a sudden, out of nowhere came this tall grey-haired man. He looked like he was at least seventy years old. He was a very charming man, the sort that instantly made you at ease when you talked to him. We chatted for what seemed like hours and then he expressed he had an interest in photography. He told...
FetishI've been fooling around with cameras since high school, when I saved up and bought my first decent one. You know, a 35mm job with two interchangeable lenses. I mean, it was always just a hobby, I never thought I had enough talent to make my living at it, which is why I became an accountant. Yes, just a boring accountant for a large CPA firm. Still, the 9-to-5 hours and decent pay make for a good life, except in March, when everybody throws their taxes at me at the same time. Anyway, I was...
I always knew you loved to show off, and that you were a terrible flirt, but I never knew how far you’d take it… When you tell me, in that mischievous voice of yours, that you want to spice up your internet dating profile with some sexy pictures, and that you’d like me to take them for you, I can hardly wait. I’ve always fancied you, and you’ve always taken advantage of it, leading me on, joking with me, but never quite letting me know whether you felt the same… I’m a nervous wreck by the day...
Matt had told Grace to surprise him with some sexy pictures while he was out of town. Doing this always made his absence a little easier and allowed them some fun with each other despite the miles between them. This week she decided she would go all out for him.At the house, she packed a little beach bag and changed into one of the swimsuits that always drove Matt crazy; a little black thong with an equally small triangle top. She knew some selfies in this suit would be a welcome surprise for...
ExhibitionismChris was someone I had first ‘met’ on the chat section of Lush Stories. And here I was now stepping into his flat in London. Just the two of us. Our initial chat interaction had expanded into further lengthy chats, followed by numerous e-mail exchanges. We seemed to hit it off on-line and swapped stories, lifestyles, pictures and praise for the content on each others Profile Page on the site. We had many common interests and each loved the substance of the videos, pics and stories posted by...
Nick was super excited. After saving up for a year, he finally had raised enough money to buy the camera he had been after. Paying for the $2,000 camera, he took it back to his apartment and put it on his desk in his home photography studio. Since he was a little boy, Nick loved taking pictures of things and when he found out about professional photography, he knew what he wanted to do with his life. Nick was a pretty attractive 19 year old guy, 6 feet tall, lean build, light skin and messy,...
TeenChris was someone I had first ‘met’ on the chat section of Lush Stories. And here I was now stepping into his flat in London. Just the two of us. Our initial chat interaction had expanded into further lengthy chats, followed by numerous e-mail exchanges. We seemed to hit it off on-line and swapped stories, lifestyles, pictures and praise for the content on each others Profile Page on the site. We had many common interests and each loved the substance of the videos, pics and stories posted by...
Gay MaleI always knew you loved to show off, and that you were a terrible flirt, but I never knew how far you’d take it… When you tell me, in that mischievous voice of yours, that you want to spice up your internet dating profile with some sexy pictures, and that you’d like me to take them for you, I can hardly wait. I’ve always fancied you, and you’ve always taken advantage of it, leading me on, joking with me, but never quite letting me know whether you felt the same… I’m a nervous wreck by the day...
ExhibitionismChris was someone I had first ‘met’ on the chat section of XHamster. And here I was now stepping into his flat in London. Just the two of us.Our initial chat interaction had expanded into further lengthy chats, followed by numerous e-mail exchanges. We seemed to hit it off on-line and swapped stories, lifestyles, pictures and praise for the content on each others Profile Page on the site, We had many common interests and each loved the substance of the vids, pics and stories posted by the...
You are Steve, a poor student with a passion for photography. You grew up with your mom and never knew your dad. All you know is that your dad is well off and your mom got pregnant during a short affair with your dad, but she was left on her own to raise her child, you. Now, 20 years on you are all grown up, and a fit and handsome young man. The lack of a father figure has left you with a awkward relationship to girls, and although some girls have shown interest in you, you have kept your...
This one is made up. I wish it really happened to me.Mr. "Jones" lived across the street from us. He was in his late 30s, single, and a friendly guy. My parents took a liking to him when he moved in, and he was a frequent dinner guest at our house.I was hanging out in front of our house one afternoon with my friend Mike. We were both 14 and we just got home from school. We saw Mr. Jones pull into his driveway. He got out and said hello to us."What are you two boys up to?""Nothing much," I...
"Why not?" my younger sister screamed at me, "mum it's not fair, he won't take any pictures of me." It was my birthday and I had received the Digital Camera that I had requested but Jill, my 15-year-old sister was bugging me to take some picture of her. "Look who wants to take pictures of a scrawny thing like you," I said nastily. "Mum, he's being horrible to me," she shouted. "Pete, be nice to your sister and take a few shots," said my mother. "Yeah ok," I said somewhat...
Well for a very long time i would go to a hotel room to dress up in my sexy outfits and set my camera on auto and take my own pics .After a while i got bored with that and wanted to do a photoshoot with a photographer so i rang around and found a guy who would take my pics .I went out and brought this sexy nurse outfit the day of the shoot this was the first outfit i wanted to wear .The night finally was here i am all dressed up make up on feeling very nervous but excited i reakon you could see...
12 Photographs by Aimee 2 Photograph 1 I'm wearing red lace panties and a matching push-up bra. He has me put my hands over my head, thrust my titties out, and strut around the imaginary stage on my very real, very treacherous fuck-me red pumps. "They're huge," he suggests, "big as melons, with erect nipples like ripe strawberries." I can see them in my mind's eye. I can sense, too, the guys around strip club bar, their attention riveted on me, salivating, their eyes popping,...
Leanne’s was impressed the first time she saw him: slim, fit, very good looking, very attractive for a man in his late thirties; twenty years her senior, but clearly very much in his prime. She had always been attracted to older men, and she put this down to her ‘daddy-issues’. She had never known her father. Her mother had told her the story many times. “It was a brief but very passionate affair. He was fantastic in bed!” “Ooh Mom! Too much information! I don’t need to know that,...
The profession I have chosen is not for everyone and a very few people are involved in it. Basically, I am a photographer but not the normal one. I choose a different way by coincidence but that’s a different story I will write that later, for now, I will give you a brief description of what I do. I do photograph someone’s private and special moments. Everyone has some secret fantasy some wants to keep them secret and some want to keep them as memories in photos so I help in these. People hire...
Once upon a time in a drab and dreary bank, at a nondescript desk worked a plain and rather ordinary woman named Helen. As supervisor of the safety deposit vault, Helen conducted the business of banking in a professional and appropriate manner. In fact, accepted procedures, polite conversations, and appropriate behaviors seemed to pervade all aspects of Helen's life - even her marriage. But today was a Friday, and it was nearly closing time. Outwardly composed, Helen felt the low buzz of...
THE PHOTOGRAPH ‘Oh, my Gawd, no!’ ‘Josiah, I’d prefer it if you didn’t use such language.’ ‘But Maw, I don’t like havin’ my photograph took.’ ‘How do you know? You’ve never had it done before,’ Miriam Davis said, with as much patience as she could muster. ‘Why do we have to have our picture took?’ Willie asked, in the slightly sulky tone his mother hated. ‘Mr. Butcher is reckoning on making a pioneer history, and Pa figures that as we’re part of that history, we should be in it.’ ‘But,...