Fantasies, we all have them, they are as much a part of us as breathing; and if you say no, well you're not being very truthful to yourself. I am writing this because I thought you might like to hear mine. So dim the lights, put on a little soft music and just go ahead and get down to the bare essentials lay back and enjoy, feel free to touch yourself for me.
This cover shoot was to be like any other, the good-looking guy who is so stuck on him self he can't see straight. You know exactly the kind I'm talking about, the perfect, flawless, man, the man whose brain is in the head of his dick. As I think of the day's events, I am forced to smile, because I couldn't have been more wrong.
As I was setting up back drops and props I noticed this large dark shadow cast on the wall, slowly I turned and standing behind me was this Viking God who just appeared out of nowhere. Now don't get me wrong I have seen some pretty sexy men in my time, it comes with the territory; but this one turned me on from the moment I looked into his crystal blue eyes. They were alive, the kind that seduced you, caressed you and made you feel all-warm inside. He stuck his hand out to introduce himself.
"I'm Ty, I'm here for the shoot." I could feel myself getting wet at just the sound of his voice. The words rolled off of his tongue like honey, even his name had an erotic ring to it. Oh Goddess Bless, I thought; what have they done to me? This was just the type of prank Steve or Terry would pull; send me a guy that made me hotter then a day in the Georgia sun and he turned out to like other men or something; he was too good to be true. This was going to be a very distracting shoot I could tell.
"Nice to meet you Ty, I'm Ani, if your ready we'll get this show on the road."
I'll be shooting various backgrounds to find which suits you best, if you're ready to get started I'll show you to the dressing room." Picking up his bag, Ty slung it over his shoulder tossing his long golden tresses out of the way.
"I am at your disposal, show me the way." Flashing me a smile that could melt an iceberg he held out his large hand. Damn, he wanted me to take his hand and lead him there. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I could feel my cheeks burning so I knew I was either blushing or about to burst into flames, one of the two. Apprehensively I reached out to take his hand; I was almost knocked out of my socks. Quickly I let it fall and raced to the room where he could shed his clothing and we could get this over with. I like my job but today was one of those days.
Making my way back to the studio, I tried thinking about where we should start first; with his pale skin tone and his golden hair which held the most beautiful reddish bronzed tones, I wanted to make sure that we brought those out along with the color of his eyes. It wasn't long after I returned that I heard the padding of bare feet coming down the hall. I braced myself for what was to come. I could hear a sigh escape my lips as he turned the corner with towel intact. I was thankful for that slight reprieve. I knew it would come off sooner or later, but for now, I could look him in the face and not be distracted by the force of nature down below.
Grabbing the stool, he came over to the table where I was getting my cameras ready; he sat down; the towel showing just enough of his thick muscled thigh to make me lose concentration. He was like nothing I had ever seen. I wanted to just kiss his perfect mouth, to softly trace his lips with my tongue. Standing about 6'4, the man had the body of a God. His shoulders were wide, which was perfect for his chest that was so close to me, I wanted to reach out and touch him, to run my hands over the soft down that I could see. I wanted to tease his nipples until they were as hard as my own, to run my tongue over them, bite them gently. Goddess bless, what was I thinking, shaking the thought from my head I turned my attention back to the subject at hand. This was it I thought. This was the ultimate test of torture. "The Dropping of the Towel"
As I waved my hands toward the set, I watched him move across the room with the grace of a wolf stalking his prey. Without any warning Ty pulled the end of the towel and to the floor it fell, leaving me a quivering wreck; my legs didn't want to work. I could hear his voice faint in the distance asking me if everything was ok. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I watched as his oiled body glistened under the lights, with out hesitation I placed the camera on the table and picked up a spray bottle of water, zombie like I walked over to him and started spraying him, letting the cool water run down his body. He was enjoying this.
Reaching down he stroked it ever so gently and I watched unscrupulously as his uncut cock came to life, I closed my eyes for a brief moment to gain some composure.
"This shouldn't take long at all." I spit out trying to make casual conversation before I put my foot in my mouth.
