Sensual Sunday is a weekly sensual observation or short story.
He bought me a candy apple. The kind with the hard glossy coating and I smiled coyly as he presented it to me. It was fancy, for a carnival apple, wrapped elegantly with a bow closing it at the top. I stuck my finger inside one of the red and white gingham loops and traced it with my finger. I twirled one of the loose ends and tugged, popping the ribbon free. He held his hand out and I dropped it into his palm, as though it were a pair of my panties. As he watched, I peeled the sticking wrapper away from the treat, enjoying the crinkle of the genuine cellophane. My smile was toothy and joyful now, as I felt my teasing kitten routine falter for a moment. As soon as I put tongue to the apple’s sweet coating, I turned my eyes up at him. He smiled, proud he’d pleased me. I thought about kneeling right there on the pavement and unzipping his jeans. Pulling him out and putting candy apple kisses all over it. My tender knees on the bumpy biting asphalt. People stopping to stare. Couples getting turned on and rushing home to fuck each others’ brains out. I ran my lips across the damp sticky lollipop surface and stepped in to kiss him. We stood there, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy, the lights and whirling sounds and chatter of people all around us. He pressed against me so hard I thought I would fall over. I could feel him hard, right through his jeans, and I was aching to touch him there. We held each other tightly as he licked the sticky cherry flavoring from my lips. He’s usually a shy boy, so he pulled away when he noticed people stopping, furrowing their brows and giving us disapproving looks. Not much later that evening we would sneak into my basement rec-room while my parents slept innocently two floors above us.
I love doing themes! Particularly those with alliteration – like Wonderful Word Wednesday. It’s motivating and inspires me to push myself a bit. I want to try Sensual Sunday posts. Essentially, I’ll post about something sensual– that is to say, anything pleasurable. Most will likely have an erotic bent to them.
Inaugural SS – enjoy.
The smell of coffee on a lazy morning. I watch as he stands naked in the kitchen, making the brew. Sunlight pours in the large window, highlighting hipbones, collarbones, knees and shoulders. The soft down on the back of his neck, where it is warm and a good place to kiss, tickles my nose as I nuzzle, eyes closed. He smells of spicy conditioner and cotton pillowcases.
He sets the heavy mug down, making a soft thud when it connects with the counter. He turns and I can see he is ready to return to bed, not to sleep. His hands hold my face as he bends to meet my mouth with his. We breathe each other in for a moment. Without a word, his hand slides down my arm, clasps my hand and leads me to his bed.
For several years now I’ve been working on a project I call “The Goddess Next Door.” The initial intent was to take photos of the sensual side of various female volunteers, either nude or in some kind of sexy clothing. It was a simple concept meant to show that any woman can have a sensual side, not just those who are professional models. It was meant to humanize sexuality and sexiness, to show that a sensual photo of a woman doesn’t have to make her an object, that she can be self-possessed.
Though I’ve long finished shooting for the project, many blockages to my path have presented themselves. The first of those was my photography style and how it evolved. I thought that if I were going to present a professional book with a certain goal then the photography style ought to be consistent.
This created a self-imposed roadblock to my project. Then my life and artistic focus turned elsewhere for a while. With no clear direction on the project and uncertain of how to present the work, I put it on a back burner for a while. In some ways I felt like I was really letting the models down for doing this, but I also wanted it to be well presented work.
A couple of months ago I was looking over the shoots for the project and it occurred to me that the book could be more than a set of photos about various women. It could be about how they feel, as well. About their bodies and sensuality. And since it has been a few years since I took their photos, maybe it would be good to check in with them and see how their feelings about their bodies has changed or evolved.
Additionally, the book could be about how I have changed and how my photography has evolved.
Between then (the summer of 2011) and now I had a job as a craft designer at a large craft store chain. I was excited and fascinated by the variety of art papers and scrapbooking supplies. Not being much of a scrapbooker I got heavily into visual journaling. I designed journaling styles and taught some journaling classes. It occurred to me just recently that I could do my Goddess Next Door project in that style. Even though it would be much more difficult to lay out and plan than just organizing photos onto a page, it would really add layers. Literally and figuratively.
Above is an example of visual journaling. Combining photos and aspects of journaling may be a good way to organize “The Goddess Next Door.”