Making life better

Well, that's how i tend to think of it. Those who are rather more reserved (and hence very unlikely to be reading this blog) would probably interpret it as introducing good people to sin, vice and the Devil.

i always have looked good in red ... but that's another story.

It was a few weekends ago that i finally managed to sort out a photo shoot that had been talked about for a few months. Husband, like most males, seeming to want a little more out of the bedroom life but content to play things through and not rock the boat. The wife ... well, i didn't know that much about her before they turned up on the doorstep. She did turn up nervous, however, with a little alcohol inside her and carrying a plastic bag of yet more.

Becoming nude in front of a camera was concerning her, but there had been a few steps in the deal that gave her a bit of comfort. They were providing the memory cards and i was shooting jpeg on to them; i wouldn't even keep a copy of the pictures. As for me, i was getting the experience of working with someone and having to direct them to poses. That's what i was getting out of this. The living room had been turned in to a makeshift studio for an earlier shoot, so this wasn't putting me out.

i was concerned, however. The living room was full of all my BDSM gear; we're talking everything from ropes to strait jackets and it might scare her. We stopped in the kitchen for a while, talking and getting to know each other. i seem to have that knack of making people feel at ease. What it is, i don't know. It is just some sort of voodoo that i do and it is so voodoo that even i don't know what voodoo i actually do ... if you know what i mean.

Anyway, it took a little time, no pressure. There wasn't any money at stake. my abilities as a general photographer were already known. Well, the evening just opened up. A little bit of shooting, out the back for a cigarete, more shooting, a glass of wine ... fuck me, it went on all evening.

When it came to the rope work ... she was wet. Those two must have had some prety wonderful sex that night ... or rather, later that morning as it was the small hours when they left.

i bumped in to the bloke earlier today, funnily enough. The grin on his face runs from one ear to the other and i think their sex life has moved in to another dimension. Its got not so much an added spark, but more of a flame. No ... a torch ... and not just any torch either; i'm talking about the type of wodden thing that fills one hand while you have a pitchfork in the other and are running down an ogre.

i think they're now saving for a leather strait jacket!

It isn't the first time i've done that sort of thing for people ... and it won't be the last, either. Yes, i do feel a little empty inside myself, but to have brought that kind of joy to others does lift the heart a little.