Apnea

I’ve definitely been enjoying reading Apnea’s Blog and after posting about it and discussing it with Ms Justine and seeing the most recent photo sets she’s published, I’m more interested in working with her. There’s something about her that I find appealing, outside of the obvious fact that she’s beautiful. I see pretty things all the time, so there has to be something more appealing than just beauty to make me want to work with someone. I’ve been a fan of her work since the earlier days, but seeing her grow into her modeling work has given me more respect for her as time goes on.

How can you not adore someone that goes out of their way to create something interesting with every new set?

Athena

Athena

in the strictest of confidence

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this”, she said as she let go of a tidbit about herself that was of a very private, sexual nature. I get this often, this sharing of confidence. I’m privilege to lots of interesting, dirty secrets about people and their desires. I’ve come to think of it as a fringe benefit to what I do.

Almost

Late night

 

Hailey Young

Late night out at a diner having fun with Hailey Young

 

along for the ride

I caught a ride back to the quarter last night from a friends birthday party (I took a cab there, because i don’t drink and drive). We passed by The Country Club, which allows naked swimming and the discussion started between the two people in the front seat about being endowed enough to walk around naked confidently.

L. & A. sat in the front seat, discussing me, as though I wasn’t there. They’d had a few glasses of wine, and even without them love having uncomfortable conversations, so they discussed me, or more specifically; my cock.

I sat alone in the backseat as A told me how she was going to need to validate the rumors herself at some point and made a gesture that confused me as to how it would clarify. L. said that if he had a dick like mine he’d go to the naked pool happily, but that he thought he’d be too embarred to show up with an acorn. They’d seen me in my underwear at Angie’s Underpants Party, which apparently fueled speculation and inspired people to feel that since it was something potentially flattering, they could be forward with me…incredibly, awkwardly, wonderfully forward.

This entire conversation happened while I say quietly in the back seat, listening but not saying a word. I never know how to respond to conversations like A. & L. had; I never really know if I should validate or discourage the truth of what they say, play along or let them just have their fun. There are signs in some parks that say “don’t feed the bears”, and so I apply that same principal to many other situations; like this one.

We drove the few dozen blocks back through the Bywater and Marigny until we parked. When L. and A. went separate ways, I saw it as my chance to say goodbye to each of them and walked the remaining 6-7 blocks onward toward the burlesque show I was going to attend with promises made that if they weren’t too intoxicated, they’d meet me later on. It was the last I saw of them for the evening.

you can buy the next round

I sat at the bar, by myself. I spoke to the bartender when she had nothing else to do (we’ve done this before). I wasn’t looking for company any more than I was looking to be without it, I was just sitting, having a drink.

He came up to me, related to me because I had long hair and so did he. He’d clapped a hand to my shoulder when passing by, not once, but twice, and when he finally included me in the conversation with his two other friends he did so as though we’d been friends all along.

He told me he was a film maker and asked what I did for a living. I was vague and told him I was a photographer, to which he replied he’d been looking for one to do a new headshot. He asked me what I’d charge him and I asked him what he was looking for. He was looking for a number, first in dollars and then in shots. I clarified by asking him what he was hoping to accomplish, not what he thought it would take to make that happen.

He came unhinged at the idea that I should ask him something like that and alternated between listing his accomplishments and faults as though one proved or disproved the other. He told me about awards and accolades, which he followed by assurances that he was a terrible person. His friends laughed and chatted behind him, paying no attention.

He told me that he’d had a career in porn at one time, that he’d worked with Jenna Jameson, but he didn’t want to be known as “the porn guy”. He was convinced he had something to live up to or live down and had no idea he was preaching to the choir.

I found a chance and made my exit after giving him advice not to be so hard on himself. He told me that I didn’t need to be as nice to him as I had been and I assured him he was right; I didn’t.

late night, early morning

I sat this morning with two pretty girls, having a conversation about sites we’d each seen on the internet that were bizarre or just disturbing while we had breakfast. It was a surreal conversation, what with me working in adult entertainment and the girls being coy as though they might offend me. The food was just ok, the company exceptional and the conversation full of moments that were surreal.

One of the girls leaned across the booth after exclaiming she’d ripped her pants at the seam in the ass. The waiter, unconvinced, asked to see evidence, which she provided, but only to the people looking in through the glass window as the walked past.

The conversation turned to what I do for a living and where you can find it, which was of course a fun one to have. I never know who knows or how much the know, so explaining in a restaurant that had emptied out and started getting quiet was interesting. We discussed different fetishes and I gave names to the ones that the girls had seen but couldn’t identify (cuckolding, for instance) and talked about how stimulating the imagination was often more of a turn on than being explicit.

We payed for our food and left; the conversation lasting long after we’d finished eating and never ceasing to be colorful.

Trisha Uptown

Confidence

There is something about confidence that I’ve always found appealing. Not to be confused with cockiness or arrogance, confidence lets a person be great without feeling the need to tell you how great they are. It’s one of the most desirable traits a woman can be in possession of and I often find myself drawn toward women that exude it.

When i see a confident woman that doesn’t need to be the center of attention (or who isn’t trying too hard not to be), I’m rapt. I love to spoil and pamper a woman, but there is something about knowing that I’m doing those little things for a woman that will appreciate them without requiring them, that’s, well; a pretty big turn on for me.