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So that’s how I became what I am. But I also must say that, in addition to the pleasure I get from writing stories, I get an absolute thrill from knowing that, somewhere in the world, someone like you is getting some pleasure and perhaps a bit of titillation from reading them. So I think I’ll be doing this for a long time to come!
What inspired you to write your book?
A reader request, actually. Then, when I looked into it, I discovered that many, many women fantasize about being photographed nude…
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I don’t have a nice shape,” she corrected. “I’m … heavy.”
“Oh, I beg to differ, Chelsea. You’re curvy. Big difference. Now, if what you’re saying is that you’re not ‘skinny,’ like those anorexic flamingos I photographed from your class the other day, maybe not. But who cares? Men – mature adult men – like women with curves. We love full breasts like yours, round hips like yours, shapely thighs like yours, and nice womanly buns like yours. What we don’t like are women whose bodies are so bony they look like ten-year-old boys.” He smiled apologetically. “Sorry. End of lecture.”
Chelsea sat quietly, her mind racing as she struggled to digest all that she was hearing. Mark liked her body? Mark thought she was attractive? Seriously? After years of being told otherwise, it was a lot to take in.
But right now Mark was waiting, it had been fun thus far, and if he really did like her body, what would the harm be? After another moment’s hesitation, she nodded.
“Okay, I’ll try,” she said softly.
“I’m a-ready!” Mark said with that gorgeous ever-present smile.
She stood and, facing the floor, said, “Are you sure this is okay?”
Mark nodded. “If you say it’s okay and I say it’s okay, it’s okay. And so are you, darling.” He took his camera off the tripod and pointed it straight at her. “C’mon. Let’s see that gorgeous body of yours!”
Chelsea couldn’t stop her nervous giggling as she undressed for Mark. Partly it was the funny way that he moved in close and clicked each time a button of her blouse was undone. And partly it was the absolute absurdity of the whole situation. To think that she, a girl who defined herself as ‘plain’ and ‘a bit on the heavy side’ was now in the process of undressing – at least partially – for a professional photographer … and one who actually wanted her to do just that! Unbelievable.
She slid the last of her blouse off her arms. Mark moved in close with the camera and she laughed when he pointed it straight down her deep cleavage. “What are you doing?” she asked, giggling.
“Guys love closeups, honey. And that is one first-class chest you have.” He nodded at her skirt. “This is just fabulous. Keep going.”
She began unbuttoning the three buttons on the waistband of her skirt, then, with a deep breath she closed her eyes and began to pull it down to the floor…
“My Very Naughty Photographer” is book # 5 in J.C. Cummings’ NAUGHTY MEN AT WORK series. Complete your entire naughty collection today!