Paola’s Photoshop Party

‘Because I like fashion, I’ve always wanted to have a photo-studio style apartment where I can photograph my own outfits and invite my friends for a photo-shoot. I manage to persuade Jacob to model for me and let me style him. I apply dark red lipstick and black eyeliner on him and dress him in a luxurious suit. To my delight Jacob turns out to be very photogenic. Lights around the apartment are dimmed, just the two of us in silence with only the sounds of my camera’s shutter. I get increasingly turned on watching Jacob do different poses, loosen his tie, do a boyish snarl with his hands in his tousled hair, smudge the side of his lipstick with his hand, take off his jacket…

‘At one point I say, ‘Hold up,’ go to the bathroom, come back with a bucket of water and before Jacob can stop me I pour it on him and say, ‘Continue.’ He’s annoyed with me at first but then quickly gets into it with more erotic poses and expressions. His wet shirt is clinging to his chiseled torso, his hair is drenched and messy, and water is dripping down his face. The more I look at his wet lips coated in flaming red lipstick and his eyes made darker and accentuated by the eyeliner, I get almost obsessed with wanting to see him like this all the time. A touch of femininity added to his very masculine demeanour does wonders for my arousal. I put the camera on continuous shooting on the tripod, go up to him, push him against the wall and kiss him fervently. Just tasting my own lipstick on Jacob’s lips makes me growl and I unintentionally start biting into his lips like I want to eat them. He grabs my ass and presses me against his damp body. To stop my biting he pulls my head away by my hair and just seeing how smudged his lipstick is all around his mouth, my eyes grow wider with hunger, I breathe rapidly and bare my teeth.

‘Jacob doesn’t often see me act so predatory to the point that he has to restrain me like a mad dog, and when he does, he knows he stumbled across one of my biggest kinks. Jacob kneads my body and roughly bites and kisses my neck, leaving sloppy lipstick marks all over my skin. He bites my ear and cheeks and purrs, ‘Naughty girl, you were planning for this to happen, weren’t you?’ I respond ominously, ‘Quit playing around and fuck me or I’ll bite your pretty lips off.’ My threats always humour him so he grins before throwing me on the floor and taking me right there while my camera continues capturing every frame. I’ve always had this fantasy with Jacob but after seeing The Joker in Suicide Squad and growing sexually obsessed with his makeup, outfits and his psychotic berserk behaviour, I had to revisit it.’

Confession [x]

I hope this edit is good enough, amico mio! (/^▽^)/ I do photography myself and portrait photography is the one thing that I wish to master. I just know Jacob would be an excellent subject ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

~ Signora Paola