met this photographer today....very sincere about work....almost workaholic....
the camera was not entirely black...small pieces of objects that worked as enhancements were coloured in different shades. and the lense...obviously.....
the gray room was filled with photography lights....lenses...cameras....tripods and red bulbed lightings...also various sets and the choking smell of half died cigarette butts.
the silky blue skirt slid slowly past my thighs....and i looked at him......he was alredy looking at me....or my open skin and flesh.....the skirt skeeded an inch further...the blue green veins carrying impure blood were semi clad by the skin....the air blower was at its full speed taking my hair strands from shoulder to shoulder.....the eyelashes curled a bit....and the lips dyed in velvet red with the juiciest squeeze within....the silk or satin was rubbing agaisnt my bare chest from inside.....my own hair playing against my neck.....goosbumps errupted from my legs and filled entire body....the butterflies in the stomach took a ride all of a sudden....the lungs smugling lot more air than before....heavings of chest getting harder and the rubbing of satin sending shivers.....the cloth about to loose its position.....the eternal thirst of a body...for another...evident
and he kept clicking.....he bloody damned fucker kept clicking photos.....fucker asshole.....!
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