I received the strangest gift from my fiance this past Christmas. A gift certificate for a two hour session with a local photographer. He had arranged it for the two of us. He didn’t want to schedule it because he wanted it to be our engagement photo shoot and wanted me to choose when that happened.
Then I caught him getting his dick sucked in a back alley by another guy and the relationship was officially, and permanently, off. I was cleaning out his things when I came across the certificate. I had forgotten all about it. My 25th birthday was coming up and I thought about the idea of doing a shoot with just me. Although I hated having pictures of me taken.
I went to the guy’s website and looked it over. He seemed talented enough, the photos were beautifully lit and everyone looked natural but nice. Nothing seemed phony like most professional photos do. The smiles weren’t forced, the looks were all unique and seemed to suit both the scene and the person in it. I was clicking around and came to the boudoir photos he’d done. Women and men of all ages and sizes in various stages of dress. The photos were tasteful and beautiful even if the subject didn’t fit that standard ideal of beauty. My curiosity was piqued.