I feel rather week this morning, I hope i wont crave for some food this afternoon, as this day is important. I’ve got the shoot from 8 pm till 12 am, so I must look gorgeous and project an image of success and beauty. I’m strong, and I’m stronger than hunger, Im sure I will manage this 9 hour work day with coffee, cigarettes and some spoons of oatmeal.
By the way, I have recently got some interesting comments in regards to some of my posts and thoughts here on the blog, I think I will be addressing them soon, because I feel these are rather interesting and not trivial issues.
Besides I’ve got several messages from the photographer I worked with the other day, that again proved him as a strange, slightly mental and as a result rather interesting type for me. You know I love weird people. So I thought that I would try to experiment with him. He’ll be my guinea pig. During the shoot and in the meantime he talked a lot of himself and I … well I enjoyed whiskey. He talked of his hobbies, his past and interests, and thus I learnt he was keen on psychology, manual therapy, hypnosis, mental illnesses, various types of psychosis. So, read: my-type-of-guy. It’s not perhaps difficult to have guessed that he’s not that young anymore and the beauties of youth were no longer present on his body. But there are more pluses to this than minuses, as I’m surely not into long-term romances with manual therapists and I have not yet tried a mature man of this kind. And by “this kind” I meant somewhat 20+ years older than me. You probably wont believe it, but when I entered his studio located nearly in the heart of the city, I realised the place obviously belonged to some sort of famous person, and I dont really mean like pop famous, the person, whose face you see zillions of time in commercials, magazine ads etc, but on the contrary well-known only to a rich few or appreciated by some sort of circle dedicated to fine art, literature or photography. And yes, he turned our to be a former soviet spy, who worked in Afganistan, was captured by some sort of tribe and then, adjusted, had been taught the secrets of penetrating human mind. Yeah, I know it sounds like a joke, and I felt this way until a few time I noticed he saw me through. Doest it make matters look sexier now?
I imagine him coming up to me from behind… He gently touches a thin stripe of my white long maxi dress with his finger, so that the stripe finally yields to his touching power and falls on my arm, revealing my breast. His hand moves slowly towards my nipple while his lips touch my neck. Caressing my breast, he starts licking my ears slowly so that a slight shiver goes through my body. And I realise I’m getting wet…
Sounds like a fun experiment, huh? I dont deny I might chicken out and decide not to come to his place next Friday. But if he is really into hypnosis, he will make me come. Both meanings of “come” I mean;)))
I’ll entertain you later with his letter.
Laters. Have to work now.
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