My First Time – Photography, Part 2 [MF]

I must start this chapter with a brief apology. Given the theme of this work, you probably expected more from my first time. However, given the circumstances of my first time, I didn’t know what to expect, and I certainly didn’t want to breach Mark and Julie’s trust (despite their swinger confession) in keeping the situation comfortable. Julie’s kiss confused me – she hadn’t given me one like that before, but…she didn’t suggest anything during our session. I decide to chalk it up to extreme comfort and let it pass from my head.

The photos from Julie’s session turned out quite well. She and Mark were both extremely pleased. And, true to my word, I gave them an original SD card with the RAW photos on it, and a thumb drive (and a copy) of the edited JPEG images. Then I deleted them entirely from my editing system, ensuring that they retained the only originals of the photos.

A few weeks later, a Friday, my business cell rang, and I picked up, not recognizing the number. It turned out to be Jenn. “Hi Mr. ____,” she said, “How are you?” “Good!” I said, and asked “How was spring break?” She said, “Well, the guys were mostly brainless meatheads, but my friends were fun, and of course, hanging on the beach for five days, drinking, was fantastic.”

My First Time – Photography [cheating]

My First Time

Some start out photography with the intention of becoming nude, boudoir, and /or figure study photographers. They get experience in college, or trade school, take classes online or IRL, and generally acquire education and experience in that fashion. Others sort of “fall into” photography in general, and then find the more lascivious subjects come along via referrals or odd jobs here and there. In the end, either kind of photographer, as with any art, must learn through experience, observation, and feedback.

But, I digress.

I am the latter sort of photographer myself. I have always a certain predilection for the female figure (like most red-blooded males, I should think), beginning with my first views of that famous swimsuit issue and famous lingerie catalog. However, my initial forays into photography when I was younger were pictures of pets and sports and landscape. That was back in the film days. After giving up photography for some 20 years, I decided to get back into it as a hobby. At the time, I was married, with several children, and needed something to “take the edge off.” So, I acquired a camera body, and having caught LBA (lens-buying addiction), also acquired about 20 lenses.

Part II – A Drink [f/d][incest][lactation]

It was difficult for me to tell whether I slept so well because of the late night or because of the warm sweetness of the contact. But, by the time I woke up that Saturday morning….*late* morning…Lige had already packed up and left. However, in her lovely handwriting, there was a note next to a flask of coffee she had made. “Dear Daddy,” the note said…

>I am sorry to have run off before we chatted today, though that chat *will* happen, I promise. Rather, I just want to leave you with my thanks, for everything. Not just last night, but for *always* being a model of the man I have wanted around me, and now my own daughter. I have not realized it until lately, but it has been true since I was little. As for today, Mom called this morning, and offered to take me shopping for some new clothes, and as I need some new clothes, off we went. Until soon, Daddy. -Legiea

Part I – A Drink [f/d][incest][lactation]

In this day and age, having an adult child living with me was not something unforeseeable. That it would turn out the way it did was…less foreseeable, but no less pleasurable.

When I was 23 and my wife was 19, we had our daughter Legiea. She was our only child, despite trying for more, so we doted on her. Perhaps we doted too much, because Lige (“Lee-zh”) grew up strong-willed, impetuous, demanding, and uncompromising. Fortunately for us, and her teachers, she was balanced by a natural generosity of spirit and a desire to work hard to achieve and be independent.

She went to a decent university, majored in art, and went on to graduate school for museum management and art preservation. While she wanted to simply paint and make an artist name for herself, I encouraged her to get some degree that would also pay for her food and living while she worked on a name. So, taking talent and degree in hand, graduating with an MA at 22, she went to our state capital to seek her artistic fortune, such as it was.