I’ve created this account to post as I want to keep my main one separate.I’m going to start off with one of my absolute favourite experiences ever (a couple of years ago now).I’ve added in a couple of slight embellishments, but it’s about 95% true.
I’m Lainey, and my boyfriend at the time (Damien), booked us to do a couples ‘sexy’ photoshoot. I’ve got a pretty good body (5’4, slim, nice c cups), and I did like the idea of having some sexy shots, so I agreed. We drove to the studio on a Saturday, just after lunchtime. It was in the city in a fairly old building on a middle floor. It was open plan, and did look very professional (exposed beams and brick walls).A guy called Mark (white, about 6ft, average looking but well built) met us at the door and gave us a quick show around. He then introduced us to Hayley (white, about 5’5, skinny, rather cute) who worked there and Adam (mixed race around 5’10, good looking). He then showed us to a changing room and told us to pick any of the outfits, freshen up and then come back out.