Snapshot

A Chapter by Jasmin busey

Lesbian romance

She stumbled across the cold marble floor and tried to get to the bedroom without falling.
She had almost made it, too,when her toe hit stone cold stair. She cried out in pain and the sound bounced off the gray
floor. It would have felt even worse sober.
It was quite a night she had, women her age teemed with jealousy over the life she led.
She had her flaws though they were invisible to everyone but her. At least no one saw them as a bad thing; and me?
I found every single one of them tremendously appealing.
I heard her cry out and was startled awake and rushed to help her the rest of the way to our room.
Every step I helped her toward the bed, I became increasingly aware of just how drunk she was. She was mess but a beautiful
mess. Even the way she stumbled was elegant. I began to undress her and put her to bed. The way her light caramel skin tone
reflected against the red color of our silk sheets made a wonderful scene. My body screamed for her but she was in no state to
answer it. So I behaved. Once I was done I crawled into my side of our California king. I put that
gleaming image of her there in my memory bank, tomorrow i will photograph her a million times until i get that exact image.
My dream as always was a river of images of the beauty sleeping next to me. Even in my dreams the cravings for the
perfect image is inside me. All day I spend mine and her time trying to find the perfect light, place, clothes, pose, and
camera for the perfect image I crave. The feeling, the hunger and desire itself is portayed in my photos and people buy it.
They spend alot of money on it too. I can't even imagine how much I could sell the perfect one for, though once I find it, I'm
keeping it for myself. I'm not going to just share something so precious to me with the whole world.The vunerability that would
leave me with would be too much.
I feel the flutter of the sheets and wake up with my love next to me with breakfast and coffee for the both of us.
I take a quick shot of the scene with haste, I'm starving. I give her a quick kiss and ask, "How do you feel after last night?
You were quite intoxicated". Her subtle soothing voice slid out spilling all that happened "I hated everyone there and I was
just gonna make it quick: show my face and get the f**k out of that awful party, but the view was beautiful so i had a glass and
looked at the skyline. Next thing I know I'm dancing and sucking down drink after drink. I'm sorry for worrying you." I assured
her that it was fine.
I began to set up my room in the scene it was in last night and placed her like a doll into position on the bed. It used to
be hell to get her to relax in a photo, now she just goes limp and lets me move her. shes so fluid and natural now, Its even transfered
into her movements when we arent photographing. I place lights and open the curtains strategically so I get just the right glow of the red
sheets on her skin. Its a beautiful image but its not the one im searching for.
I lift her off the bed and she raps her long silky legs around me. She fits into my body perfectly with her head on my shoulder. I
walk carefully, with her still in my arms, to the corner of our room and enter the bathroom. shes already bare from the photoshoot so I let her into
the tub and she gets the water running while I undress. I slip behind her in the tub my legs around her and her light brown hair and head
leans back on my breasts. Just the right temp of water runs on my legs while i admire every inch of my ladies body. I run my hand down her thigh to
meet up with her hand and she turns her head slightly to retrieve a kiss."lets go to japan" i whispered. "we can get a suite with a beautiful view
and a balcony where i can see the sun highlight your silouette in the mornings and the moonlight dance on your locks at night." her smile grew as
every word I said came out until she was so excited she couldnt stand it. she bounced up water running off her curves,turned quickly towards me, and
she pounced on me squeeling. Our naked bodies sank into the bubbly water together holding each other tight.
I left her in the tub for a while and I pick an outfit for her to wear that went well with mine. I have lunch with the director of an art
institution in chicago. I am always met with surprise about my appearance and sexuality at these so i dont really enjoy them much. my sexuality
is even more of a suprise when they discover it by realizing im dating the women i photograph. i pick out a pant suit with heals for me and a cream
colored spagetti strap silk number for my lady. Its one of my favorites on her. It stops about 2 inches above her knee and it looks great with olive
green pumps.
we arrive to the restaraunt right on time in our matte black jeep. I hop out and cross to the otherside of the car to help my love out.
she takes my arm and we walk through the door like that. the hostess points us too the table where i see the director and his date are already seated.
he sees us walking towards him and he stands offering a hand out " ms. oasis i presume?" i nod my head yes and take his hand. " this is my personal model"
i said ending with a slight chuckle " and also my beautiful girlfriend, the women yoou see in all of my pieces, felicity andrews". i notice that he is not
as judgemental or surprised as they normally are after they recieve this information."I am robert stein director of the new york art and photography mueseum
and this is my wife serenity" he spoke in a kind voice that held alot of power. Serenity smiled and nodded at us.He sits and i pull a chair out for felicity
then i also sit. we all sit Quite for a few minutes scanning the menu and a filet minon with bearnaise sauce catches my eye just as the waiter arrives.
she appeared to be nervous to be around us or maybe she was just nervous in general. "wha-" she cleared her throat. " are you ready to order?"
mr.stein quickly orders and i notice her also orders for his wife. felicity orders a fancy salad with a name i couldnt even pronounce. " ill have the
filet minon with bearnaise sauce please" "m-may i suggest a glass of la rioja alta with that?" stutterd the waitress. " yes that will be perfect thanks" I
said. she seemed to rush off quickly as if in a hurry to get away.
" so ms. oasis i am willing to offer you 500,000$ to have your piece temp in our mueseum for a month." declared the director. " i thought we were here
dicuss the moment piece?" he responded quickly " well yes we were but i just changed my mind. do we have a deal?" he was so confident and powerful in his
tone it was almost hard to say no but i had a very expensive trip to pay for so i came back just as hard. " im sorry but im not sure ive gotten quite a few
offers on that piece and im not sure yours is even close to the best". I caught him off guard. good. he hesitated for a while then spoke a little less confidently
" Im willing to offer you 900,000$ for 2 months in our gallery if you accept my offer now" " we have a deal then mr. stein." just then the food arrived and the
the rest of the lunch was fairly quiet.