Calmly move forward without making any sudden movements and make friends with it. It will sense fear, so smile and then soothe it by kissing and gently blowing on it. Yes, I know... It's the New and Improved Jerry Lentz! It's funny, a friend just took some rather rock n' roll pics of me and I was thinking of posting them here, but I was a tad bit worried. I hope no one makes fun of me! I have to admit I had fun during the photo-shoot! I got all hot, sweaty and wet under the lights. She was trying to build her portfolio and wanted to play around. She had me in various stages of undress. Using her camera like David Hemmings in Michelangelo Antonioni's "Blow Up" she moved all over me, above me and she knelt below me. She put rings on my fingers. I never wear any jewelry, not sure why. She put her watch or bracelet on me. She was fast! She too, was getting hot. She took off her shirt and worked in her white tank-top. She twisted her red hair up and tied it in a knot on her head with long thin tendrils, wisps of hair flowing on both sides of her face. Her long beautiful neck reminded me of someone else. She asked me to think of someone I love very much.
"Imagine you've just laid her on a table, spread her legs open and had your way with her and now you look down at her nude body and you're satisfied by your accomplishment," she told me as she clicked the shots. It was so hard. It was long. It took time. She took control, she grabbed me, she manipulated me, she pulled on me, but it was so great! At first, I felt uncomfortable, but as the music played, I got into it. I felt wanted, desired, loved, I even felt sexy for a brief time. She had no trouble putting her hands on me and moving me around, if I didn't understand what she wanted. She even reached over and unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. I was taken aback by that, as I wasn't wearing underwear at the moment because of costume changes, but she was fast and determined and I could tell she know what she was doing. She worked me like a pro. Very hands on. She made me feel great. Whenever she'd open her mouth, I knew I was about to get a great idea. She was coming fast and furious with ideas. When she was finished, she quickly packed up, there wasn't a lot of chit-chat, no small talk, she just wanted to go home and go to bed. I didn't know what to say. When I walked out into the parking lot to get in my car she shouted that she'd send me one of the good pics tonight in an email and added, "If there are any good pics, darling!" The photo you see is the first one she sent and I kinda like it. I guess it could be homoerotic. Stick an arrow in me and it's rather St Sebastian-like. And if a Gay guy likes it, I will count myself lucky, because they can be so critical. There's really only one person's opinion about it that even matters to me and I hope she finds it great and fun and loves it. I know what I was thinking the instant this photo was taken. I was thinking about a girl I've loved since she was 16 years old, the letter I got from her, the smell of the letter, her handwriting, the paper she made that it was written on and thinking of her nude body laying across that table with her ankles in my hands and I'm looking down at her and I'm satisfied by my accomplishment.
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