The Moment It Ends
The photographer is an expert at capturing la petite mort.
They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. "Ease down the straps…" Click-whirr. "Perfect. Cup them." Click-whirr. "Touch yourself… "More." The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself. I approach. Watch. Her climax crests. She g...