Sometimes you have to be willing to get uncomfortable to get the shot you want. Find that angle, no matter how uncomfortable. Sort through lighting and shadow issues to freeze that perfect moment. Sometimes you only have once chance. You prepare as best you can and hope you don’t miss the opportunity as the race ends, the plane arrives, or the couple kisses.
And sometimes you can lay around for two hours naked on a quilt you made yourself. Repeatedly asking Sir to go back and try, ‘one more time’, until you are sure you got the image you want. Either way being comfortable and calm while you take your time and capture exactly what you intend.
This is from two weekends ago when I was trying to get the shot of Sir’s feet that I used for my Sinful Sunday post. I don’t have the most advanced camera, so our shots take a lot of trial and error. I have quite a few blurry pictures on my computer of Sir’s feet that need deleted. In fact, we shot for so long that the batteries died. I had to plug the adapter in as we couldn’t find replacements.
I’m hoping to be in a similar position tonight or tomorrow get a photo for this week’s prompt: Shoot From Below. Not sure what we’ll end up with yet, but I’m sure inspiration will strike.
With the move and everything, Sir and I haven’t played in a while. I think he could lay hands on the riding crop if he wanted to, but the Doxy has been the only unpacked toy as yet. Because of this, I haven’t really had the opportunity or motivation to try and get some sexy photos for Sinful Sunday posts. I had considered posting an old photograph, but each one just made me sad that I don’t have anything new. I mean, most of the pictures in my Slutty McNaughty folder are from when I still had long hair (I donated in January). And most of the ones since then were for specific prompts or posts that I was working on. It’s been a long time since we’ve done a good just-for-fun sexy photo shoot.
Feeling sexy enough to have nude, semi-staged photos taken has been a problem lately. Even more so is writing about it. On days when I couldn’t relive our previous evenings activities, I could always fantasize about what I was craving that day. I started a story that was supposed to have five parts. I’ve been sitting on the draft for part four for weeks now. I want to write. I want to be inspired. But if I can’t get over this writer’s block slump when it comes to writing short porn pieces, how can I expect to ever become a published writer. That’s just self-pity and way off topic though. I’m supposed to be talking about photos of me tied to stuff being beaten and fucked by other stuff.
I’ll be the first to admit that this blog is more about the words than the pictures. I do not have the talent or equipment (technical equipment you dirty minded people) to take amazing photos. I try to use them, where possible, to enhance a post. Lately that has mostly been the kitchen renovation (I think you may have to suffer through another one of those as I finally got all the bar stools put together). But memes like Sinful Sunday are a) a great way to engage in the kinky blog community b) a way to test myself c) a way to bring new readers to the site. Tweeting a random picture of my pussy because Sir orders me to is fun, but I would hardly call it a challenge. And taking part in such a sex positive meme is important to me. At the same time, I don’t feel right digging through old pictures to try and edit something together just to take part in it. That just makes me feel like I’m doing it only for the readers and it seems like a disservice to Molly’s meme.
So, I encourage you to check out all the offerings this week with the hope that I will be able to bring something fresh to table next Sunday. And even though sexy isn’t a word I would use to describe myself currently, I am hopeful that it will soon return to it’s happy place after slutty and before mom very soon.
I always thought this was a bit counterproductive, but I guess that’s because I have a one track, dirty mind. Not that I’m complaining; having my legs strapped together meant that I didn’t have to worry about him taking the belt to more sensitive areas.
See who else is playing this week by kissing the lips below.
I will admit that I struggled with windows. And I know that even this isn’t technically a window. But it’s glass, and you can see through it, so I’m counting it.
I just loved how interested this otter was in my son. He kept coming back around to see if the green kid was still there. Our local zoo does a Boo at the Zoo event and he was dressed as Frankenstein (I don’t dress him like this year round, I promise).
And you can see my reflection in the glass too. In a completely non-sexy, just being a mom kind of way.
See others’ more sexy attempts at windows this week by clicking the lips below.