I’ve had an interest in photography since I was a little girl. At first I liked landscapes and buildings. That was what got me into taking a major in it, but soon I realized how much I loved taking pictures of people, capturing their emotions, their feelings, their facial expression happening in that fraction of time that fades so quickly. Sometimes the camera is the only one with the ability to treasure that same moment.

I’m 32, and I’ve been doing what I love since I was 18. I’m that good. I was in college when I had my first job offer in the area and I never quit. They trusted me when I was a rookie, and it’s my dream job. I know I’m quite talented. I’ve been awarded for it multiple times and numerous companies have tried to hire me.

But I have to confess something.

All I want is to retire. I mean—take a break, you know? Quit the professional area related to photography and just do it pro bono, for me, for whoever needs it. I want to go on some trip, go to my cabin in the mountains, and stay put.

I’m tired of the attention.

What bothers me is that I’m an attractive woman in this business and most of these men mess with me because they have second intentions, some spiteful ones. I don’t even remember the last time I got evolver with someone. Despite having my crushes, something that happens a lot in this business, I never acted upon them. I would escape to my house and have my alone time, thinking about the stuff that made me horny over the day. I have an ex boyfriend who visits me from time to time. Every time he’s in town, which I don’t mind at all, I just need to take some pressure off my shoulders and enjoy myself for a bit. And that means sex.

Other than that, I’m a solitary person, and I don’t mind it at all, that’s for sure.

It’s a regular day at the office, and I’m editing a series of photos I took of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s going to be on the cover of a fashion magazine, and looks stunning—20 years of pure magnetism. I wish I was that age again. Ugh…

To say the truth, I’m exhausted. I need a long vacation or retirement—who cares—one or the other. All I need is my peace and quiet which seems impossible day after day.

My boss keeps dropping files on my desk like I’m some sort of Wonder Woman who accomplishes all he desires, but for yesterday. Please. Not to mention, I’m tired of male co-workers hitting on me. Just go home to your wives, sweeties. I can still hear the echo of my boss’s voice telling me I need to choose an assignment and take a series of photos to one of the younger models we have, which, of course, is always a terrible idea for me. It’s like he expects me to turn dirt into gold. No offense, of course.

I go over the files at my desk, and there’s this one in particular that catches my attention. There’s this male model, very young, 20 years old, and just starting, but he’s absolutely gorgeous. He has curly brown hair and baby green eyes. I don’t think I have ever seen a young man this attractive, this handsome. He makes me and everyone else want to take a bite and just taste. His name is Byron, and he is absolutely gorgeous. I mean, what I’m about to say might sound a bit contradictory, given what I was thinking of doing, but… What’s wrong with one last shoot? Plus, he is so handsome that I need to see him live in action. I email himand half an hour later, I have a response.

He seems very eager to work with me, so I arrange everything for Friday afternoon, so he could get ready and prepare everything (even himself mentally).

The day comes, and I’m wearing some comfortable clothes. I’m a redhead with the cutest freckles and I always wear black. For some reason, I think I look cuter and also more serious. Plus, it really shows how curvy I am while showing I take care of my body.

Byron walks in while I’m leaving everything ready in the studio.

He looks so dreamy, seeing him awakens something in me, something I can’t even begin to explain. He smiles politely, and I smile back, but he has something in his eyes behind all that spark and mystery. And I just want to find out what that is.

‘Hi, are you Lucy?’ He asks me with a really shy look on his face.

‘Hi, you must be Bryson. Yes, c’mon in. Make yourself comfortable!’ I replied.

‘I still can’t believe I have the chance to do this with you. I mean, I’ve been following your work for so long I can’t remember now, and I’ve always wanted to be photographed by you. You’re a natural,’ he said with the biggest smile I have ever seen.

‘That actually means a lot to me because I put a lot of my heart and soul in my work. That kind of validation makes it all worth it,’ I reply. I must be blushing, because it gets really hot inside the studio.I feel like there’s a fire inside me that can’t be put out.

He smiles at me, nervously touches his beautiful hair, and takes his jacket off.

‘I think we should do lots of these in black and white—you’ll like them for professional use, trust me—and some of them focusing in some light colors. So, focusing on your eyes and jewelry with a black and white background that match your outfits,’ I say, already picturing it and imagining.

I notice he’s looking at me and admiring my body. I pretend I don’t see and look at him, smiling.

‘That actually sounds pretty good. The jewelry brand is gonna love it. I’m sure,’ he says, smiling and looking at me directly in the eye.

‘What’s important is that you’re proud of it. The rest is chit chat,’ I say, winking.

After half an hour of shooting and random flirting, we take a break. I meet him on set, bringing two espressos with me. We can hear the rain outside and some mild jazz playing in the background that I chose for today. Music always helps people calm down and feel safer wherever they are. It’s my favorite thing about it.

‘I thought you might need this,’ I say to him, handing him the espresso.

‘Ah, yes, it’s like you know me already,’ he says, smiling.

‘Well, taking pictures of someone is a bit personal, so maybe a bit, yeah,’ I reply, laughing.

I look at him, and there is something about him that I can’t ignore his intensity, his presence. I don’t know. But when his photo came across my desk, I knew I had to do this photoshoot. I needed to see the person behind it.

‘I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’ve wanted to work with you. I already told you that you have amazing talent but I also think you’re incredibly pretty, like, really stunning,’ he says. I start to blush and look at him. He smiles at me.

‘Oh, stop it. I’m terrible when it comes to reacting to compliments,’ I reply.

‘You shouldn’t be. Really, you’re the one who should be in front of the camera’ he says, laughing.

‘Ah, I’m not young enough for that. Age already hit me, and hard,’ I reply.

We sit on the floor, and he shakes his head, smiling at me.

‘You have to be insane to say that. Trust me,’ he says. He leans in and kisses me, very gently, the most delicate kiss I have ever received.

I kiss him back, and I feel my whole body giving in to him. He puts his hand on my face and caresses it. His touch is so amazing, so soft, and at the same time, he has such a rough approach.

I can’t control myself and I love it. I feel this enormous desire to keep tasting his lips, to give my all to him. His hands slide down my face, and he places it on my boobs. I’m not wearing a bra, so it gets very clear that my nipples are getting hard. I slowly moan while we kiss, and he smiles. He starts playing with my boobs, using his fingertips to tease my nipples. I love it. I want him so badly, I don’t know how to stop. All this is extremely incorrect and unorthodox. He’s a client, but I can’t help myself. The way he looks at me, the way he kisses me, and the way he touches me, I knew there was something about him and was drawn to him the moment I saw his picture.

I get closer to him and sit on his lap. I reach for his hand and place it in my other boob. He kisses me so passionately that I feel my knees tremble. He holds me tighter and closer to him. I bite his neck a bit, and he bites his lip. I start taking his clothes off and I can’t look away. He has such an amazing body. It’s like his skin is glowing, and his abs are inviting my own body to get on top of him and ride. I want to feel him. I want his skin pressed against mine and I want him to beg me for more. I want him to want me the way I’m craving his body.

He starts undressing me too and stops for a second to admire me. His fingertips touch my hips, my waist. He gently caresses my body, and I moan. My body belongs to his firm hands now, and I don’t mind it. I want him to give me everything. I need him to fuck me so badly, it’s insane. It’s getting impossible to resist him and control myself. I feel an immense warmth taking over me, making me its prisoner I get on his lap again, and this time I can feel his amazing body pressed against mine so hard that I feel his heart beating.

I put my arms around him and I start playing with my nails on his back, slowly scratching . He moans just for me. It’s enough to get me so wet that even he notices. My pussy is against his dick, rubbing it just a little. And I love it—the way his warm skin is provoking mine. It’s like I can’t stop wanting more and more of him. I move up and down, just enough to tease him. He looks me straight in the eye and smiles, like he’s telling me he’s loving it..

‘Have I told you that you have a stunning body? I love your curves so much,’ he whispers into my ear.

‘Oh really? Looks like you’ll have to show me how much you want me and if you really mean that,’ I reply,l provoking him.

‘I’ve always wanted to know what your skin tastes like. And let me tell you, you’re fucking delicious,’ he says.

We kiss again. He grabs his hard dick and puts it inside of me. I moan, and my nails press into his skin really badly. He grabs me and pulls me closer. I feel all of him inside me. His dick is so big and so hard. I feel it so deep in me, and I love every inch of him. I want to feel his entire dick fucking the soul out of my body. I’ve never wanted to be fucked this much. It’s like he has this charm, and I just can’t stay away or stop desiring him.

He grabs my ass with both hands and squeezes it really good. He starts moving me up and down, and I ride his dick. I put my arms around him and feel his breath on my neck. We’re both sweating and struggle not to rip each other. He faces me, and now his breath is one with mine. It’s like I get him. I’m trying as hard to keep it together because this is all so good, too good to be truth.

He starts spanking my ass a bit, grabbing it firmly.I can’t stop moaning. His touch is amazing. He does exactly what I want him to, as though he understands my body. I’m so wet it’s impossible to stop fucking him. At the same time, my whole body is collapsing. I’m trying with all my strength to hold this desire inside, this will to just ride him and cum over and over again. I can’t get enough of it. It’s not just that he’s delicious, but his lips, his dick, his body, all of it is so phenomenal.

He leans over and kisses my hard nipples. His breath on my skin drives me insane. His touch turns me on, and he knows it. He likes the chase, the tease, the suffering on my face like it’s begging him to keep going. And I tell him. I beg him not to stop.

I get out off his lap and start teasing him back.

He’s sitting down, and I put my mouth in his dick, all of it. I lick it and put it so deep down my throat that I choke a bit. I must’ve made some noise that turned him on because I feel his big, wet dick growing in my mouth and I love it. He grabs my hair tightly with just the palm of his hand and puts his dick really inside my mouth.

Watching me choke and deepthroat him turns him on.

I stop.

‘Baby, I want you to get on top of me,’ I say, moaning.

He kisses me hard, and his tongue plays with mine. He’s still teasing me, knowing I’m already over the edge. The more I look at him, the wetter I get. He’s so hot, when we’re fucking and he looks at me I feel like I would do whatever he asked me to. I adore the way he provokes me. It’s addictive, and I don’t want this to end.

He turns me around and bends me over. I moan. I’m so wet my pussy is dripping.

He slaps my ass one more time.

He shoves his dick deep in my ass without saying anything, and I scream… But I let him. All I want is to drive him insane, make him cum, and drop his full load deep inside of me. I want him to be the way I am now. He starts hitting it hard, and my whole body trembles. I spread my legs and feel more of him inside me.

‘You’re so tight. Oh God, it’s impossible. Like this…’ he says, moaning in my ear.

He’s on his knees, fucking me. He spanks my ass with one hand as puts his other hand in my pussy. He gets a finger inside and then takes it out. I turn my face around and he licks his finger, right in front of me, smiling. He puts his fingertip on my clit and rubs it, delicately. His touch is so tender and so intense at the same time. I surrender to him. To his body. He can do whatever he wants with me. I just need to feel him…

He keeps rubbing it and I keep moaning. It’s all so amazing. Everything around me disappears, and I’m losing control of my own body. I need him. I need to feel his dick inside me. I’m so wet right now, and he loves it. It’s like he could lick all of it and I wouldn’t be fully satisfied . I can’t stop.

I follow his movements with my hip, making it easier for him to pound me. I scream his name, and every time I do so, he goes crazy. It’s getting hard for him to be in control of his own body. I keep provoking him. He keeps giving me pleasure, and my whole body is at his mercy. I feel his cock deep inside my ass and I don’t want it to end. But I feel this enormous wave of heat taking over me and I can’t fight it. I’m about to cum all over him. I’ve been trying for some time now not to cum, but it’s impossible. The way he fucks me is so tasty. I bite my lip because all I want to do now is scream. For him, for more.

He fucks me faster and harder. I feel his cock getting so hard that it could burst.

I can’t resist him. I cum so hard that he cums right after me.

I feel his load deep inside my pussy, so warm and so wet.

We get up, and he turns me around. He kisses me, and I smile.

‘How about we reschedule this photoshoot for some other day? And you bring a skirt,’ he says, winking.

‘Only if you get that dick back’ I reply.

We get dressed and have a smoke. Is any of this even real? Is such pleasure possible?