Through His Lens – An
Erotic Novelette
A contemporary, M/F erotic romance
Newly divorced and
rediscovering her place in the world, Fiona found a strange solace in taking
photos of herself. Next step: she hired a professional photographer to take her
portraits. Modelling for him felt empowering. Would this be only a one-time
thing or would she have the courage to pursue a relationship with Nathan, the
photographer whose green eyes captivate and disarm her?
Note: Explicit sex scenes. Adult material intended for readers aged 18+.
Excerpt:
I wake up feeling refreshed.
Orange light streaming in through
the curtains shows that evening is soon approaching. I walk to the bathroom for
a shower.
After stripping myself bare, I
scrutinize myself in the full-length mirror.
Quite simply put, I still have a
hot body. My curves are smooth and pleasing to the eye. Perhaps I am a bit pale
from working indoors all the time, but that can easily change. Besides, there
is a frailty to the paleness of my skin that I like. A hint of sadness lingers
on my face, but generally, my features are attractive. Yes, I decide: I can be
considered beautiful.
I take my cell phone and
mindlessly begin taking photographs of myself: close-ups of my breasts,
full-body shots, slanted angles of my bottom arching up, several near-identical
snaps of the small of my back, my legs as I stand tip-toed, the bend of my
arms, and a few of my neck as I elongate it.
The thrill of seeing my naked
body stacking up in my phone’s photo album is delightful. I am like a teenager
first experimenting with her exhibitionist tendency.
That is when I remember Nathan,
my wedding photographer who I have heard also does portraits occasionally. He
had sent me emails about one or two of his exhibitions before. I skip over to
turn on my laptop, butt-naked, and type his name on the Internet to find his
website, with a large gallery of his recent works.
I like what I see. His
photographs are professional and far more atmospheric than the clear, almost
childish ones that I have just taken.
Several of his albums are boudoir
photos: some are nude photos of women reclining in various poses on a bed,
others are of women dressed up in lingerie and corsets that must have taken
hours to bind oneself into. But whatever the respective styles are, I admire
all of Nathan’s work.
Too bad he does not have any
exhibitions going on at the moment, or I would love to go see his work
displayed in real life, while he stands nearby, looking handsome and confident,
thanking people for their compliments.
Did I just describe him as
handsome and confident?
I grin.
First day of my divorce, and I am
already developing a crush on another man. Maybe I am not as innocent as I have
imagined, after all.
I stare at his phone number on
the browser for ten seconds.
I shake my head.
My eyes continue to gawk at the
same spot.
Reluctantly, my feet carry me to
the kitchen, boiling water and making myself a large mug of decaf tea, still
butt-naked.
Armed with my comfort drink, I
return to my computer screen, my full attention fixed on Nathan’s number.
By the time the tea is finished,
his number is imprinted in my memory.
I close the browser window.
My butt refuses to move.
I laugh at my juvenile behavior.
I type the number onto my phone and call Nathan.
“Hello, Nathan Gould’s studio.”
“Hi, my name is Fiona. You were
my wedding photographer a few years back.” Shit. My hands are sweating. “Em… I
was browsing through your website and I got interested in your portraits.”
“Nice hearing from you, Fiona. Do
you want to do a family portrait?”
“Oh, no, no,” I fidget. “I, err…
I just got divorced.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“No, no, it’s a good thing
actually.” Damn. Did I have to say that? I clear my throat. “Anyway, I was
wondering about, em… the boudoir photos.”
“Sure, let me send you
information on a few of our standard packages. You can go with those, or we can
arrange something based on that.”
There, the sound of common sense
and business; his sober tone puts me back on my tracks.
I give him my email address and
hang up. Time to really get my shower.
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About Anna:
Anna
writes contemporary, paranormal, BDSM and LGBT erotic romances. She is herself
a bisexual submissive, and finds writing the perfect outlet for her wild ideas.
In real life, Anna is an introverted bookworm, looks sweet and kind of innocent, but don't let her brown eyes fool you.
In real life, Anna is an introverted bookworm, looks sweet and kind of innocent, but don't let her brown eyes fool you.
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