Women and their Photographers

it started off with an idea in a book...discovered in the back of the cupboard. A book so sensual in the images portrayed.... forgotten by the person who had bought it.

WOMEN and their PHOTOGRAPHERS.

 Life had taken him on a route different...stuck in the mundane responsibilities of work and home. A daily same old same old. He had bought the book to remind himself of his sensual side...now and again, to stimulate it with pictures suggestive, sexy, naughty....yes naughty...coaxing the imagination to take it further than the two dimensional image that he was staring at.
He liked the fuzziness.
The uncertainty in the presentation....as if trying to pass a mistake in the taking of the photograph.
But.
He knew it wasn't so...for he remembered a time those photos knew to arouse a throb within him....a pang to find the missus and shag her silly. She was aware of his small fetish and she loved it.

 Something happened over time though.
The book was forgotten.
The shags became infrequent and eventually non-existent and he started resorting to soft porn on the net.....just to satiate that sexual need he had.

A spring clean brought the book out. He felt elated. An old friend found. And as he began to flit through the pages , that familiar throb, from long ago, began to settle in his manhood.
This time round he picked up the phone and called her up...a woman whose sensuality he just adored. A woman who gave of herself unconditionally and made him give of himself beyond normal.

He just loved the camera and what he could capture....even more so....than dabbling in the physical touching of flesh .

RB.