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Erotic Photography in Color

Most sites featuring erotic photography are in color. Now it’s just a difference in style. Some erotic photography sites don’t actually show the vulva or anus. The styles are more about the human form than the bare (pardon the pun) rawness of exposing the most intimate of anatomy. Some would refer to this as a more tasteful depiction of the nude female body. Some will even refer to it as just art. Much like master painters of a time gone by, only instead of using paints and a brush, they’re now using modern technology of the 21 century to create their masterpieces.

Ask most men if they know the difference between erotic nude photography and pornography, and they’ll answer, “Who cares, just show me the pictures!”
There is a difference between fine erotic photography and porn, although subtle from one site to the next, looking at fine erotic photographs is more on the arty side of things.

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But let’s take a look at these differences. You can find many photographer sites for example that deal a lot in black and white photographs. They’re using the black, white, gray and silver tones to create a specific look and feel to their art.

Let’s face it, you can photograph many things in black and white, but for most men, and many women too, looking at the female form in these hues can be extremely erotic. Perhaps for some, it actually lends more to the imagination than a photo in full color. It definitely has a different texture and emotional feel to it.

Venturing further afield, there are the full color, reveal all, erotic nude photography sites. This is where you have the model showing the most intimate of their female form. However, and for many, this is still considered a form of art. You can tell by the posing and positioning of the model, the lighting, the camera angles, and sometimes filter effects, or after effects (such as Photoshop) that is used to enhance, embellish, or simply alter the photograph.

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Let’s talk about Photoshop briefly. Much like the aforementioned master painters of yesteryear, that used a brush and paints on canvas, Photoshop is basically the same. The paint, brush and canvas has just gone digital, but it is still used in the same creative way. At the end of the day, it really all comes down to personal taste. For most men, a photograph of a beautiful nude woman be it in black and white or in vivid color is really kind if a moot point. One could sum it all up (very accurately) with “Who cares, just show me the pictures!”

This might have been the case many years ago, but is now farther from the truth then you might imagine.  Erotic photography websites are now the accepted way to view erotically titillating images and becoming extremely popular with businessmen, models, celebrities and politicians and the list continues to grow.  Many people have a set image of what an erotic photo would be, from nude women to sexual position preferences.  An erotic photograph is more the atmospheric ambience in which the model is portrayed then the actual image itself.

Erotic Story Chapter 1

I am a girl. My name is Nancy. I am nineteen, almost twenty now. Most men think I'm pretty. Lots of them have told me so. My hair is rather short. Blond. My skin is fair but tans easily and in the summer my breasts look very white when I take off my swimsuit. My nipples look like almost erotically ripe berries. They get taut and hard easily.

I'm a bit on the slender side I guess, but not skinny. My legs muscle up nicely when I walk. My stomach is flat. My pussy is soft and velvety inside, like I guess it should be. My hair is blond and wispy there and when I stand in front of the mirror I can see the pinkish, usually moist lips beneath. Everyone says I have a nice smile. I guess I do smile and laugh a lot, but I feel serious about things sometimes too.
My eyes are blue. A very light blue. I like nice clothes and fancy erotic underthings. I like to walk along a sidewalk and listen to my heels click against the pavement. Sometimes I spend hours lounging in my room doing nothing but listening to music and masturbating. I've had my times with men. In fact more has happened to me in the last year than to most girls in a lifetime. Some things exciting, wonderful. Others unpleasant, even frightening. I've reached a crossroads now I guess you'd call it. How I got there is mostly what this is all about.

I came to Blue River, a Midwestern city of 100,000 a little over a year ago. I was just eighteen then, a virgin. I'd graduated from high school in the spring and wanted to go on to college—not just to meet boys either. I really intended to study photography seriously. As a child I'd always loved plants and flowers and wanted to learn everything about them. I used to imagine myself discovering a new flower and having it named after me. A beautiful flower. A white one.

Anyway, the closest college was in Blue River. A photography college. My family didn't have much money, my father said that he'd pay for the tuition and books but ' that I'd have to earn my own living expenses. So when I came to Blue River in late August, the first thing I did was to look for a job. I found an ad in the paper for someone to do light housework in exchange for room and board. I called about it and was told to come for an interview.

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The house was a large one on top of a hill. It was brown and needed paint but it was beautifully furnished inside. Mrs. Van Huesen was very nice when she talked to me and liked it that I was planning to go on to school. She said she knew it'd be a lot of work but that she'd pay $5.00 a week extra for spending money. So I took the job when she offered it.
It was pleasant enough working there. The Van Huesens were all very neat and there wasn't much picking up to do. Mr. Van Huesen went out of town almost every week on business. Mrs. Van Huesen spent a lot of her time doing photo club work. They had two children, a boy about a year younger than I, and a girl nine. The boy's name was Dave. At first I didn't see much of him although his room was next to mine.

Though simply furnished and much smaller than the others, my room was quite pretty, especially the lacy white curtains and a beautiful lamp on the dresser with an antique red glass shade. My bed was comfortable and the closet had plenty of room for my clothes. I liked lying on my bed for hours at night with only the red lamp glowing, listening to my favourite erotic records on the small phonograph I'd brought from home.

One night, about a month after I'd been there, I set my clock and went to bed early. Lying in bed I couldn't remember whether I'd pulled out the alarm button. I got up and crossed the room to the dresser to check it. I noticed a spot of light coming through a small hole in the door that separated Dave's bedroom from mine. I don't know why the door was there. The rooms had probably been a suite or something at one time. But now the door was locked on both sides.

Curious, I moved closer to the spot of light and peered through the small hole in the door. I was startled to see Dave lying naked on his bed, reading a nude girly magazine. The sight of his erotic jutting up between his thighs shocked me. I turned away immediately and started back to my bed. But I'd never seen a man's erotic before and I was drawn back to the spot of light. I stared into Dave's room. I could feel my body tremble with sexually charged excitement. I felt guilty looking at him but I couldn't take my eyes away.

After several minutes he let the nude photography magazine drop to the floor and he put his hands under his head, gazing up at the ceiling. His profile even, his chest full and muscular, and his erotic long and hard he looked very attractive to me. I'd never thought of him as being a man before: he'd just been the boy who lived in the house where I worked. But all that was suddenly changed now. The sight of his nude form stirred an excitement in me I'd never felt before, yet frightened me a little too. I'd never realized men's erotics were so big. I'd had boys press themselves up against me at dances and when kissing me goodnight after dates, but I'd only felt the tips of them rubbing against me. Once at a movie a boy had placed my hand between his legs. I'd squeezed him through his trousers for a moment before pulling my hand away, but he hadn't felt nearly so big or sexy as Dave now looked.

I must have stood there nearly five minutes; it seemed like an hour. Finally it all made me too nervous, and I was getting cramps in my stomach. I straightened up and tiptoed back to bed. I closed my eyes tight but I kept seeing Dave's erotic wand sticking up. My hand crept up my thighs. Between them my fingertips traced the soft moist portals as I kept imagining the sight of Dave's large nude cock.

In a moment I got up and started back to the place by the door. Then instead I abruptly crossed the room and turned on the red lamp to stare at myself in the mirror. My nipples were poking out against my aqua nightgown. I could see the blond curls around my pussy through the flimsy material. When I glanced back at the door, the light was gone.

It struck me strange that the light in Dave's room had gone off just after I'd turned mine on. I had an idea about what it meant so I turned off the lamp and went back to my bed, watching the door. The spot of light reappeared almost immediately. Then I knew. I wondered how often he'd watched me. Dressing. Undressing. Probably every night. I thrilled at the thought of all the times he must have seen me naked. My breasts, my erotic, my thighs. Often on the hot nights during the last month I'd relaxed nude in the chair or on my bed for hours, listening to my records and enjoying the night breeze against my skin.

Through the Keyhole

The excitement took hold of me and I decided to test it once more. I got up, turned on the lamp again, and stood in front of the mirror. In a few seconds Dave's light went off again. The erotic excitement surged inside me. My whole body tingled as I sensed him watching. I brushed my hair for a minute and then rearranged the things on my dresser. I felt strange and awkward knowing his eyes were on me, but it thrilled me too.

Finally I sat down in the chair near the window. I crossed my legs, letting my gown hike up so that my thighs were bare almost to my pussy. I picked up a book and pretended to read. I felt so jumpy that I could barely make out the print. I wished I didn't have the nightgown on. I wished he could be looking at me naked, but I couldn't take the gown off now and just sit there without any clothes on—it would be too obvious. I spread my legs as much as I could and lay my head back on the chair, pretending to fall asleep. I enjoyed knowing that he was looking between my thighs and I felt the wetness gather on my pussy lips. I wished that he could see my breasts naked too, the pink nipples spiking out. I wished I could do something about the gown—rip it off, be completely nude in front of him.

There was one way: I could change into my pajamas, as if I'd suddenly decided I didn't want to wear the gown. I got my white silk pajamas out of the dresser drawer. I laid them across the bed and reached for the hem of my nightgown.
I felt my body going wild as I lifted the gown over my thighs, my pussy, my stomach, my breasts. My erotic cave ached. A deep ache. I didn't put on the pajamas right away. I brushed my hair again. I stood at an angle so that Dave would be able to see my breasts and pussy.

At last I felt I had to put the pajamas on. I couldn't just stand there nude all night. I slipped on my pajama top slowly and buttoned it. I stood for another moment with my cute bare, then pulled on the bottoms. I turned off the lamp and went back to bed, still shivering with excitement. I kept watching the door for his light to come back on, but it didn't. Finally I shut my eyes and snuggled up against the pillow. I kept thinking about how it had been to have him looking at my naked pussy. It made me warm all over. My hands moved my pussy and I stroked it lightly, thinking about his big, thick cock, pointing up. I stroked my cutey harder, feeling the pressure, the exquisite excitement building. I felt myself drifting off, floating. I was on a mountain looking down at a valley below, with clouds all about me. The sky was powdery blue. I felt very warm in the sun. I kept rising. Higher. Into the clouds. Very hot now, close to the sun. The pressure grew intense. I felt myself explode. It lasted but an instant, then all settled quickly I lay on the shore of a blue ocean below the mountain. The sand was coarse but warm, the sun was hot and erotic. I heard the breakers licking at the sand. In the distance I heard thunder....

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