FFF 6/18/10

She stared into the camera lens. Intensity written in every move and pose. She knew exactly what was expected of her. The more clothing that came off, the more her inhibitions fell away. Her posing becoming more deliberate, more daring, more erotic.

The typical cold of Russian winters held no sway here, nothing could match the heat coming from between her legs now.

She continued to tease the camera, knowing what the photographer wanted...her. But she was going to make him work as well. She would not give in so easily, though that is exactly what she wanted to do. There was still work to be done.

After what seemed like hours in the studio, she was left with nothing on but a coat and her heals. The heat still emanating from her was becoming overwhelming now. She had all she could do to concentrate on the job at hand, not giving in to the lustful desires that must be written so clearly across her face.

She looked directly at the photographer as she slowly uncrossed her legs, revealing all of her beauty, her essence.

He muttered to himself as the camera snapped away the final and best shots, “the Iron Curtain had well and truly fallen.”