photos i’d like to take:

she’s sitting on the ground, naked, with her legs spread wide, pulling his head hard toward her crotch. He is trying to find a middle ground between mobility, alleviating the discomfort of craning his neck at 90 degrees as he lies face down, and not wishing to seem to resist the closeness. I want to see, in the tenseness of the muscles of her arms, her fingers locked behind his skull, in the abandon of head back, eyes closed, that even as she is vulnerable and trusting, she is demanding intimacy, and that this trusting vulnerability is an inherent part of the pleasure, even as we can see his tongue pressed against her.

she’s lying on a narrow bed, her ass slightly raised, as he stands beside her. he’s bringing a cane down hard toward her - you can see the strength in the blurred speed of the cane moving, as well as the taut muscles of bicep and chest, the way that the shoulder has moved forward. You can also see in his eye the joy of self acceptance, of pleasure in being able to feel at one with this act, a delighted unrestrained joy in this freedom of a long repressed need for expression. She is looking back over her shoulder toward him, toward the advancing strip of wood, and her eye shows both delight in the pleasure her partner is deriving from her body, his joy, as well as nervousness of the impending impact.

he’s behind her as she lies face down over the edge of the bed. he’s pushing into her ass, but has not traversed the tight muscle, and he’s using whatever purchase he can to achieve his purpose. He is not concerned for her comfort, necessarily, but obviously cant contravene basic physiological constraints.  He has one hand on the nape of her neck, his fingers reaching around toward her throat, both pulling her toward him and supporting his weight, the other hand on her ass, the thumb pulling the skin of the cheek, the fingers again reaching around toward her hip both bringing her to him and supporting himself. You can see in the muscles of his thighs, in the way his torso is leaning forward that he is pushing hard, straining. She’s wincing, but it’s an open mouthed, gasping, wince, trying to find a place between pain and being necessarily relaxed. Her eyes are open, but you can see that she is present in a moment of fantasy that’s playing in her minds eye.