Lockdown fever - pt 6: Old flame
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Posted:May 12, 2020 6:14 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2020 3:03 pm
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What do you do when you're stuck on solo lockdown, and how do you keep both the skills up and the frustration at bay? I started shooting a three-part scene (to be revealed in due course) but in the process decided to do an edited version for the Home Alone contest thing on here. Below is the uncropped version of my entry image, along with a pic showing how I set the shot up (but not how I subsequently spent a good hour cleaning wax off everything in the room!).
I'd spent a while (and drank a bottle of wine) trying to work out how to set the pic up, and had been experimenting with different angles, different candles, and different lighting. Yes, that is a stuffed pair of old jeans on a spare tripod lol.
I'd also noticed that my small front spotlight picked up an interesting shadow from the top edge of the black backsheet which, combined with my vase of sticks, created a shadow theatre style wilderness on the wall. It seemed fitting as a symbolic, dreamlike representation of this strange lockdown world we've been living in, contrasting with the warm colour temp of the erotic candle substitute BJ in the foreground.
If you like the image please do feel free to go vote on the contest landing page. I miss rl sexy interaction and can't wait to get back to the real thing. And yes, trying to shoot a self portrait in near darkness, with a lit candle and while blindfolded is an interesting but somewhat perilous experience. 
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Lockdown fever - pt 5: Heavy petting
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Posted:May 9, 2020 8:02 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2020 2:43 pm
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Missing: one kitty 
Lockdown has me missing a cute pet girl kitty. Apply within.
And this shoot was a bitch. I just couldn't get it right. Maybe it was karma for my T-shirt.
Feel free to add your own story in the comments.
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Lockdown fever - pt 4: Cristal clear
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Posted:May 3, 2020 5:50 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2020 10:34 am
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I could sense that she was looking at me all the way through the boardroom meeting. I tried not to notice, but a glance caught her, a devilish smile on her lips and an evil twinkle in her eye. It was making me increasingly distracted, and my notes were all over the place. She was approaching fifty, but wore it well - elegant, slim, beautiful even, and with that quiet confidence of someone who was in complete control of her life and her company, and who always got what she wanted.
What she wanted, it turned out, was for me to accompany her to an evening function, some swanky affair that was more mixer than dinner. “Wear something cute and to die for,” she whispered as the boardroom emptied, then she floated toward the door and disappeared without a second glance.
I had only one dress I thought would be suitable, a short, tight, glittery one-shoulder affair that was trying - and happily just failing - to scream slut. It paired well with stockings, and whatever came over me I don’t know - perhaps it was the thought of that twinkle in her eyes that made me want to be cheeky, although not obviously daring.
We met in the foyer. She didn’t say much, just looked me up and down once and raised an eyebrow. “Come” she said. “Follow.” We snaked through the crowd toward the bar, and she presented me with two glasses and a bottle of Cristal. “You pour,” she ordered quietly. I did. “Drink,” she said. I did.
Before long I felt a buzz, more than a glass of Champagne should give. I smiled inadvertently, and then noticed she was smiling back - that same smile I’d seen in the boardroom. “Come,” she said again. “Follow.” If I would have had an urge to fight, it was long gone. My head was spinning slightly, but I followed, out onto the terrace in the cool dark of the evening. She lit a cigarette and I watched as a curl of smoke spiralled into the night. A couple of people who had been on the terrace went back into the party, and we were alone.
She moved closer, putting out her cigarette on the way. “You look pretty,” she offered gently, “but there’s something missing.” I could barely think, let alone say anything, and I didn’t notice her hand pull something from her clutch as she moved in close. I could feel her warm breath in my ear before she whispered something about jewellery, but I was frozen by the feel of her hand as it snaked up the back of my thigh and lifted the hem of my dress. A little intake of breath as I felt her fingers pry my cheeks apart and I felt something cold and hard being pushed into my butt. She pulled my hem down and pulled back, and she looked at me hungrily. “I think that’s better,” she said. “Turn around and bend over.” I did.
The flash was unexpected, and I felt a shiver down my spine. “Pink suits you,” she said matter-of-factly. “I think you should wear it to the office on Monday. And come to my office first thing - from now on, you work directly for me, and you do as I say.”
With that, she turned on her heels and strode back to the party, leaving me alone on the terrace, still dizzy and still clutching what was left of the Cristal. She was in complete control of her life and her company. And now, it seemed, of me.
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Lockdown fever - pt 2: Triplets
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Posted:Apr 23, 2020 4:52 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2020 2:53 am
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"You realise," he said, "that I need see your complete CV." His eyebrow raised.
"Hmmm," I frowned. "Hmmm." I looked around his office, deep in thought for a moment, then shrugged and began unbuttoning my blouse.
He sat upright in his chair. Both eyebrows were now raised. "Well," he finally offered, "at least now I know what Narcissus would have looked like in a threesome."
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Lockdown fever - pt 1
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Posted:Apr 20, 2020 4:51 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2020 6:58 pm
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Bored. So bored. My job involves a lot of travel, writing, and a lot of photography, and when I can't do either things can get a little - frustrating. Oh, and of course there's the other frustration as well...
This morning I had a somewhat unexpected visitor, someone I had chatted to ages ago and who blasted me a message out of the blue last night. Things got quite heated, and J (for that shall be the name I will use) suggested there would be a knock on my door at 1030 this morning. And - just as I had failed to put makeup on or change from officey clothes to something a little more, well, suitable - there was a knock on the door. We didn't mess about - it was a fleeting but seriously fucking hot break in an otherwise tedious lockdown
After that I decided to fight my lockdown fever proactively. If I can't go out and photograph things, I'm going to shoot myself. Figuratively. So I started to think up some fun set-up shots and yanked some furniture around in the back half of my kitchen to make a makeshift studio.
I shall take and post a photo every day of lockdown, and they will likely get more intricate or more risque as the vodka goes down and more frustration goes up.
Behold below my cutting edge new kitchen studio, and the results of today's first mini shoot. Suggestions for scenes welcome. Or just come distract me with interesting chat lol.
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