One picture from many we took over the course of an evening. Her favourite, she later tells me. In it she is on her knees and I am standing. She is sucking my cock. We are in front of a mirror, and so the picture is actually of our reflection. I am holding the camera in one hand, the strap dangling. The other hand disappears into her hair. I remember looking directly into the reflected eye of the lens as I took the picture, but here my gaze is slightly off – almost disinterested.
In the picture you cannot see her face. She is up on her knees, my cock in her mouth. Her arms are tucked in close to her ribs, her hands cupping my balls and holding the shaft of my cock. She is slender, self-contained, drawn into a small and narrow shape between my legs, while I occupy the rest of the frame. Her shoulders are rounded, her back straight but head bowed. I recognise this posture in her: she is caught in a moment of attempting not to gag.
We are both naked. The picture highlights the different shades of our skin: hers lighter, mine darker. We see only the back of her head, the swirl of her hair in my fist. She is very slightly blurred. Anonymised. I am clear and in focus, the lines of my body sharp compared to her. She looks, in the image, as soft and pliant as I know her to be.
Great “picture” you’ve created here. I feel like I could have been in the room.
Glad it painted a picture for you – and thanks for reading!
Wonderful flash – it is as if u clicked the button on the camera
Thank you – I really wanted to capture this particular moment in time 🙂
I love the way you have described this moment, thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading!
My pleasure
Absolutely beautiful… I could “see” the picture.
~ Marie xox
That’s great to hear. I love describing scenes like this – really allows me to take an interest in the details.
Sometimes the details are sexier than what is actually happening.
This is hot. Very hot. Reminds me of the early days of me and my husband’s relationship when he’d take dirty pictures of me in my sluttiest lingerie. Growing up, he always had a camera on him and the pictures he takes are quite good. Maybe I can coax him into taking it up again and he can take some pictures of the both of us during the act of sex. Sometimes, when he’s away on business, he takes nude selfies of himself and sends them to me. Then I discuss them on the next call, with our cameras turned on on our phones, and pleasure myself for him while he watches and takes care of himself.