My Nude Pic

Vatsa,

I'm so glad you like it!

And I'm absolute crap when it comes to drawing and I used to paint when I was younger but, truly, they all came out awful, so I gave it up. I've never really considered myself talented with the visual arts. I certainly appreciate a good painting, and love going to art galleries, but I've never been able to capture the essence of a picture on canvas, or paper. As far as photography goes... when it comes to taking nude pictures of myself, I simply take a whole lot of different pictures. I must have taken about fifty shots of that bed photo alone--various poses, etc. So, it's mostly a matter of patience and taking the time to correct/change minor details. I've always approached those photos with an idea in my mind of what I want and I was abnormally pleased with that bed photo because it came out exactly the way I wanted it to--erotic and sexy but not trashy. I'm obsessed with trying to take classy nudes that would be more appropriate in Playboy, rather than trashy nudes like the ones in Hustler.

(I originally started taking nude shots because I wanted to send them to Playboy. I've always wanted to be in Playboy, and I'm addicted to that show on E!, "The Girls Next Door," about Hef and his three live-in girlfriends. So, I started taking nudes thinking that I would send them in and my husband nixed the idea. He actually freaked out a bit and told me HELL NO, I couldn't send nudes of myself to Playboy. So, now I just take them for myself and for the fun of it. I have a rather humorous series of me in nothing more than my Starbucks apron. I worked at Starbucks for over two years and one night, after we closed, we got a bit silly and a female co-worker and I decided to surprise our incredibly sexy male co-worker by changing out of our clothes in the bathroom and coming out in JUST our green aprons. The store was deserted, of course, since were closed, and he was mopping the back room and when we came in wearing just our aprons, he dropped the mop and slipped on the wet floor, landing on his ass. It was hilarious.)

I think I have a full-frontal nude at home. I'll dig around for it tonight and send it to you. Or, if you'd like, I could take one this weekend and send it to you over the weekend. I'm planning another shoot for tomorrow while my husband plays disc golf, so I'd be glad to try for a full frontal pic for you.

Oh yeah--Thank you so much for the wonderful compliments about my writing! I type faster than I talk and I took a keyboarding class in high school, so I rarely make any errors while typing. I've been a writer for as long as I can remember and I've always been able to just sit down and pound out a story in a short period of time. In fact, writing those emails to you yesterday was a really fun writing exercise. I got some work done on my novel in-between emails and I'm absolutely thrilled because it usually takes me a while to warm up (in a sense), and get into that groove where I'm writing exactly what I'm thinking and it's all flowing together, and writing those emails got my narrative self primed for working on my novel.

I know that you want me to write to you about the first time I felt Doug's cock in my cunt but I'm warning you now, it's not really that great of a story. His cock was so wide that it was mostly just painful, and uncomfortable. In fact, we never really had another night that matched that first night, although we certainly tried to recapture the magic of that first incredible night. Which is not to say that we didn't have some great moments--we did but they were few, and far between, and things mostly fell apart between us rather quickly. He pressured me into having sex and I was adamant that I would wait until I was ready, and I resented him a bit for pressuring me when I'd already explained to him that I wasn't just going to throw my virginity away without a thought and that he'd have to wait until I was ready. And when it finally happened (New Year's Eve 2002), it was a complete disappointment.

The first time with my husband was actually much, much better. Of course, it helped that I liked my husband's cock far more than I liked Doug's.

Time to get a bit of work done, so I can at least pretend I'm earning my paycheck.

Camella