While my current life doesn’t lend itself to wild stories, having been in a stable relationship for a while, my past is still full of wild tales. Let’s go back to a few years ago, at age 22. I had just made a big move across the country and didn’t know anyone save my friend who was sharing an apartment with me. Our apartment complex was down the street from a woman who ran kind of an art studio out of her house.
Her name was Jasmyn, she was in her mid-thirties, tall, slender, black, and had the kind of body that would make anyone want her. She gave lessons on dancing, painting, and photography for a living, as well as selling her own art. She and I met because my friend wanted to take one of her classes and hey, I love taking pictures of things. The moment she walked into the room, she seemed to make eye contact with me, it felt electric. The class on the whole went fine, my friend ended up stopping attending due to lack of funds, but I kept going. Jasmyn was funny and exciting, after a few months we had gotten to know each other a little bit and she invited me over in her off hours. She said she wanted to have me model for her, I agreed.