A couple of weeks ago, on a whim, half dressed, I decided to take a photo of myself. This may have had something to do with the fact that after months of not quite getting there, I’d finally got my weight down by a stone and a half (21 lb) to my ideal one, and was feeling pleased with myself.

Also on a whim, I decided to go in the bathroom, where there would be more light. The background in there wouldn’t be particularly pretty, but that didn’t matter too much: it was just a bit of fun which I’d maybe email to a friend if it came out well. Probably cropped to hide the unpretty background.

It was quite sunny in there, so I stood myself in the sunlight and experimented with standing at different angles to get the best nicest lighting I could. I ended up taking the photo against a background I normally avoid since it shows a nice view of the toilet . . . But didn’t quite realise this while taking the photo. Neither did I realise, until I saw the result, that the background had much less light that I did.

What resulted appeared—on the camera phone— to have a nice black background. Viewed on the computere though, it turned out to include a shadowy but very clear image of the toilet seat . . .

. . . So I increased the contrast a bit to make the toilet go away, and here is the result:

Me not quite naked in the bathroom

Surprisingly good lighting

I then tried taking some naked ones, but had trouble reproducing the lighting and the way I was standing. Also, because I didn’t always remember to hold my stomach in, the results were less complimentary. Here’s one though:
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Another photo I’m quite pleased with. I hope you’ll enjoy the sight of my hand, and that you’ll think of all the places it might go, on my body or yours. All the ways it might touch and stroke and caress.

When I touch myself like this it feels relaxed and sensuous, and I imagine how it would feel if it were someone else’s hand slipping inside my shirt to enjoy the touch. Skin against skin . . . A slender female hand, and a bare arm which needs to be kissed right the way up to the shoulder . . . And I’m touching you too, my hand inside your clothes, savouring your soft skin as the relaxed sensuousness gradually becomes growing arousal which itself becomes burning need as our now naked bodies entwine to satisfy that need.

. . . Or it may go quite differently: maybe the sensousness becomes a pleasantly sexy haze which we simply enjoy for its own sake for a while. Or it leads to a deep relaxation followed by a contented sleep.

At the moment, I’m enjoying the idea that it would lead to  the two-entwined-bodies-satisfying-their-burning-need option.

Of course, the thoughts the photo gives you may be entirely different from mine . . . Please feel free to share them.

Black and white photo of my hand slipping inside my shirt

Touch me like this. Then touch me some more . . .

Black and white photo of my hairy chest

I never thought of myself as hairy

Imagining your bare body against mine . . .