At first glance it was rude. Yet, the longer Teal looked at it, the more details she noticed … and the faster her pulse raced. The photograph shifted from rude to … raw, as she looked past the shadowed anus and the pouting pussy lips.
Inspiration comes from all over. Music, people, energy. One of the things I’ve always had a fondness for is photography, and when I discovered Scott Murdoch’s work, my imagination was juiced. (Visit the Erotic Photography section of my site and see what I’m talking about) Shortly after I found him, I was asked to do a single author anthology – the premise could be anything I wanted, so I stepped away from bars and casinos and my normal arena, and created LUSH, a fictional art gallery specializing in Erotic Art.You can also see The Sculpture I reference in a scene from The Principles of Lust.
From THE PRINCIPLES OF LUST:
A sudden thought had her spinning on her heel and heading out into the gallery. There, on the far wall behind the reception desk, was the photo that had started her on this path.
The whole gallery was painted a very light cream shade. A classy, yet neutral color that blended well with the natural wood shelves and display podiums Zach had built for her. Everything was set up to show all the pieces equally.
Except the wall behind the reception desk.
It was painted a rich deep burgundy that drew the eye.
Teal stepped closer and thought back to what had enthralled her so about that photograph. It was subtle, but it was there. Even when she’d used the word masterful in her mind before, it hadn’t clicked. But the position of the woman, bent over and exposed…and the way the hands were both gentle and commanding…
The photo had aroused her, but it wasn’t the explicit nature of it, or even the naughty details that had done it. It was the sense of complete openness.
The sense of complete trust.
From SEXUAL HEALING:
Caitlyn glanced around the crowded gallery and saw Teal and Zach, arm in arm as they chatted with an older couple. There was a bright yellow aura around the whole group, with tinges of purple and blue. Lot’s of love and happiness in that group.
She saw Dominick chatting animatedly with a tall lanky blond guy with arms covered in tattoos. There were people she didn’t know milling around and she tried not to be obvious in her search for Jack. She was surprised he was there.
Pleasantly surprised though, because it could mean that he’d decided it was time to get out of his loft just a bit. She looked at some of the displays as she wandered and stopped dead in front of Mia’s Jewelry.
The line was simply titled Mia. Each decoration was mounted onto a black card with a shaded image behind it. Caitlyn recognized herself in the shaded images, but she doubted anyone else would. The nipple piercings had a picture of her fingertip playing with her own barbell. The waist chains had the image of her waist on it, looking soft and feminine, but ultimately sexy and erotic.
There were earrings, finger rings and toe rings. There were even ankle bracelets, with the photos of hers behind them. But it was the big photo mounted on the wall behind the display that really shocked her. How she’d missed it when she first walked in she didn’t know.
It was all her. Completely naked, she lounged on the pillows, hair spread out, eyelids at half-mast as she looked into the camera with seductive promise.
One knee was bent at an angle so that her leg hid the hand that was tucked between her thighs. The other hand was curled under her chin.
There was an amazing combination of innocence and allure to the photo that made her breath catch in her throat.
“Beautiful isn’t she?”
Her heart pounded at the husky voice near her ear.