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Obsessions
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Lesbian Female / 36
My Fascination With Myself
During my growing up years my mother had a female photographer friend. At 10, 11, 12 I was a pretty girl, not yet becoming a woman, but with obvious female form. And I was photogenic, still am. This lady focused on me and I was her primary model. There are tons of pictures of me during those years, and many of them in the nude, total nudes, partial nudes, panties, some innocent, some explicit, many erotic poses. The pictures are all good from the photographer's eye, it's just that it's me naked at 11.
I have a favorite of me, flowers in my hair, naked by a stream that ran behind our house. I was almost 12 when that picture was taken and my buds were coming into full bloom, my face turned down, my eyes locked on the camera. If it wasn't me I'm sure I'd get wet, I've watched guys get hard looking at the photograph. It's in color, printed on a 10 X 14 and framed professionally. In short it is so erotic, it's my favorite. I remember that day, I remember the electricity which is why my legs are tight together the way they are. The picture is on the wall in my foyer, with a small entry table below it with two 5 X 7 black and white nudes.
I grew up, modeled for a while, studied art and paint abstract stuff, abstract female form paintings, lots of side boob and lots of crotch shots. I use my photographs for inspiration, without them they are just abstracts, but the inspiration is obvious if you point it out. My clientele is mostly women.
I realized I had a girl problem early on, by the time I was 15 I pretty much knew I had to have a girlfriend. I've had three serious infatuations, my current girl is a designer and we live in a small town in New Mexico. She is also a photographer and I love posing for her, erotic poses that leave little to the imagination. In that sense I'm an exhibitionist. We have electronic albums but don't print them out. We have shared some with other girls who like that sort of thing.
In 2018 a man bought an abstract from me out of our home. He flipped my lid and I ended up under him getting myself pregnant. It was an animal thing really, I still don't get the attraction or worse what drove me to him. He is more than we really want influential in our life considering a 20 month girl is in the middle. It's the baggage of getting my daughter.
I pose for him, in semi dark light, he sits in his chair and I undress, pose, his eyes are the camera, I feel that electricity I felt back then when my mom's friend was the photographer, until I feel his hands touch me and I slip under him, his eyes locked with mine and for a second I go somewhere I have only been with him.
I have a favorite of me, flowers in my hair, naked by a stream that ran behind our house. I was almost 12 when that picture was taken and my buds were coming into full bloom, my face turned down, my eyes locked on the camera. If it wasn't me I'm sure I'd get wet, I've watched guys get hard looking at the photograph. It's in color, printed on a 10 X 14 and framed professionally. In short it is so erotic, it's my favorite. I remember that day, I remember the electricity which is why my legs are tight together the way they are. The picture is on the wall in my foyer, with a small entry table below it with two 5 X 7 black and white nudes.
I grew up, modeled for a while, studied art and paint abstract stuff, abstract female form paintings, lots of side boob and lots of crotch shots. I use my photographs for inspiration, without them they are just abstracts, but the inspiration is obvious if you point it out. My clientele is mostly women.
I realized I had a girl problem early on, by the time I was 15 I pretty much knew I had to have a girlfriend. I've had three serious infatuations, my current girl is a designer and we live in a small town in New Mexico. She is also a photographer and I love posing for her, erotic poses that leave little to the imagination. In that sense I'm an exhibitionist. We have electronic albums but don't print them out. We have shared some with other girls who like that sort of thing.
In 2018 a man bought an abstract from me out of our home. He flipped my lid and I ended up under him getting myself pregnant. It was an animal thing really, I still don't get the attraction or worse what drove me to him. He is more than we really want influential in our life considering a 20 month girl is in the middle. It's the baggage of getting my daughter.
I pose for him, in semi dark light, he sits in his chair and I undress, pose, his eyes are the camera, I feel that electricity I felt back then when my mom's friend was the photographer, until I feel his hands touch me and I slip under him, his eyes locked with mine and for a second I go somewhere I have only been with him.
