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    Life Through a Viewfinder

     

    June 2008, New York City

    This. This is one of my favorite pictures of her. That moment when we have been so intimate, so passionate, her face contorted in both pleasure and pain, and knowing that I am the one that caused that expression on her face.

    I set this shot up. Framed it perfectly. Dialed it in using those presets that I am all too familiar with when it comes to the canvas of her body.  Now to take the mental exposure and store this in the hard drive of my mind. I have thousands of this one stored already but you can never have too many.  Her head thrown back, her face flushed, as she desperately whimpers, “I’m gonna cum.” She tightens around me and begins to shake and call out to me, “baby…baby…baby.” Not much more than a whisper because that’s all the breath she can manage to let go of in this moment. Her eyes are shut tight, the veins in her neck bulging, sweat dripping off her forehead. Then, the quivering subsides and that adorable little smile I have grown to love so very much slowly starts with the curl of a lip.  She pulls me close to her desperately holding on as if I would ever leave in this moment. I reassure her by repeating, “I’ve got you…I’ve got you…I’ve got you.”

    When she finally catches her breath and begins to relax her hold on me, I raise my head up to look into her eyes.  That’s when she lets me see deep into her, so far beyond the outside layers that the world gets to see and into the inner sanctuary where only I am allowed to pass. There is no high like pleasing the woman you love. When she fully lets you in, you will never want to leave.

    To see this picture I simply have to close my eyes and look at the album I have stored in my mind.  This is one of many that I will not commit to digital film, but rather save for only myself.  I cherish the knowing that no one else will ever see her like this.  No one else will ever experience loving Tina Kennard-Porter in this way.

    Comments

    1. You sure spread a little happiness around!

      That was absolutely a brilliant and full of love story. It certainly brought me happiness. Thank you for sharing this with us!

    2. I guess I can’t thank enough that you gave us this wonderful story. It was deeply touched!
      you tell from my heart entirely when you wanted a drama-free history, life itself is a drama at times and sometimes enjoy a wonderful escape in Romanticism through stories.
      I loved every minute of it, because you wrote wonderfully the true love between two people.
      thank you!

    3. A heartwarming story in one neat package.Sometimes good things come in small packages aand ROBBIE u just delivered a sweet little bundle of TIBETTE.enjoyed reading how they met,married and enlarged the family.thanks

    4. “The Photography perpetuates time.
      Poetry perpetuates feelings.
      Photography is the Poetry image.
      Poetry is the image of sensations.”
      You are masterful writing this story.
      It is a praise to the true and eternal love.
      I loved !
      Congratulations !
      And I’m a lover of photography is a
      of my passions.
      The complete constellation.
      Bear hug.

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