What is an athletic nice girl and nature photographer supposed to do when a pair of friends invites her to do some nature photography in their bedroom? Should Felicia take the stance of a neutral observer in the field doing a favor for ...
What is an athletic nice girl and nature photographer supposed to do when a pair of friends invites her to do some nature photography in their bedroom? Should Felicia take the stance of a neutral observer in the field doing a favor for friends…or should she join in?
This is a 5,000 word short story intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, voyeurism, lesbian sex, and group sex.
“I’m halfway there,” said Kevin. Felicia’s looked up from her cameras and back to his cock. He was half erect, not pointing at the ceiling yet, but his penis was already defying gravity.
“Let me help some more,” Naomi said, dropping to her knees and kissing him lightly on the side of his cock. He stiffened slightly more. Felicia got the impression that they were showing off for her sake. She didn’t mind a bit.
“Take off your robe,” ordered Kevin. “We said we wanted skin only in the pictures, no props or decorations, remember?”
“Right,” she agreed standing up. Naomi loosened the belt that barely held the silk robe closed and dropped the thin material to the floor. Felicia wiggled self-consciously, knowing what Naomi would expect next.
“We can’t have you standing there in your street clothes,” Naomi said. “Strip down and get comfortable.”
“Strip?” asked Felicia. This wasn’t what Naomi had said earlier.
Naomi smiled. “You know what I mean. Get down to your undies. If you’re taking the pictures we want to have something tasty to look at while we fuck not some impersonal photographer. We want intimacy.”
Grace Vilmont likes the more bizarre aspects of human—and nonhuman— sexuality. Much to her own surprise she is married and living in suburbia pretending to live a normal life while the best parts of her life only exists in her mind.