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Fucking fantastic pictures. I've never wanted a knife held to my back before but somehow you've made it seem hot as fuck.

And I must say, as attractive as I find you back (and your affinity for knife play), your wife steals the show in these ones. Fucking hell, she looks perfect.

Agrees :)
 
For the sake of transparency I am feeling the need to clarify a couple of things. First I must admit to being a somewhat reticent when I posted my most recent set of photos. Fact of the matter is that I'm not too big on images depicting violence towards women. Truth be told I'm not too big on images that imply violence towards women. Even the first knife series I posted some time ago didn't really sit well with me at the time... and if I think about them too much for too long I will no doubt once again question my logic and reasoning as to why I posted them (here on lit) in the first place and contemplate the removal of them.

After I had finished editing the photos I sat back (as I often do) and thumbed through them as a viewer rather than the photographer and photo editor. In doing so I had a moment... one of those moments, and a thought--thunk before no less by many-o-person but officially documented by one man after a horrific (or not depending on your point of view) historical event--echoed as words between the hemispheres of my frontal lobe... "My God, what have we done?"

For those not all that familiar with the quote, those were the words Robert A. Lewis, co-piolot of the Enola Gay, had wrote in the flight log after having dropped the first atomic bomb ever used against a human populace.

Comparatively speaking, my existential bullshit stands nowhere close to Lewis. No matter, as I look through the remaining 6 photos set aside to post on lit the very idea of actually doing so after having already posted what I did absolutely does not sit well with me, particularly here on Lit where men are often overly possessive creepers with an inflated sense of entitlement... a place where physical violence against woman does not take place (so much), but manipulative and emotional violence does, and I do not like the idea of visually contributing a possible excuse for men to feel that such behavior is okay because--:rolleyes:clearly this proves chicks fucking dig it... it's just a matter of treating them all like shit until finding the right one that enjoys it or will take it like a doormat and not say anything to anyone:rolleyes:.

That said... I do acknowledge the appeal, the dark, dirty, dangerous erotic passion such images and acts solicit, just as much as I acknowledge the desire and draw to act out such a power play. I acknowledge this because I was fucking there. I stepped into the role, a role I have stepped into once or twice before.

Although I acknowledge it; my experience is very limited, therefore I have yet to actually understand it. I feel this is an oversight commonly practiced by my gender quick and eager to impose their sexual will upon any woman that merely hints at the idea of wanting to be dominated or treated roughly in bed. Gender does not mandate dominance, nor is it an excuse or even a fucking good explanation. Any guy that assumes knowledge and knowhow on the bases of having a cock and a set of balls between his legs is... well... an asshole.

speaking of points, or rather the other thing I wish to address and probably should have been forthcoming right out of the gate. The woman in said pics? She is not my wife, but a friend and fan of my photographer idiot savant self. I apologize if learning this deflated whatever impression I may have given you in terms of the bond between my wife and I. It was not my intention to lead you astray (and in a way; I didn't, as the images you've seen and come to believe/feel is very much a reflection of intimacy between my wife and I).

If it is any consolation, the woman is indeed a very important part of my life, and my (equally beautiful, but nonexhibitionistic) wife was in fact present during the taking of the photos. Your compliments of her have not (and are not) going unnoticed and are very much appreciated.
 
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You know, in my initial comment, I questioned whether or not I should refer to the female as "wife" or more simply, just as "woman" because you never did acknowledge who this woman was to you.

No matter, who ever the woman is and whatever anyone else has to say about the pictures, I find them (and her) beautiful. And that's that.
 
You know, in my initial comment, I questioned whether or not I should refer to the female as "wife" or more simply, just as "woman" because you never did acknowledge who this woman was to you.

No matter, who ever the woman is and whatever anyone else has to say about the pictures, I find them (and her) beautiful. And that's that.

it's an easy assumption... one I would certainly make myself. I appreciate your understanding and honesty.
 
Sorry for being absent... not really as I am a man of action and adventure. To appease you all, here are some fruits of my labor.

you may see that I have revisited a theme (that received mixed reviews) from awhile back.

You know.. I didn't even notice the knife....I thought her legs look great in the first picture... the second one, I thought it was an aloe leaf sticking her in the butt cheek and thought, "ok....maybe that has a point"...I was more focused on her beautiful body.

I will say, I thought it was perhaps your wife, since you mention she has great boobs...

Either case, interesting photos and I, for one, didn't (and still don't now that I know it's a knife) take offense.
 
You know.. I didn't even notice the knife....I thought her legs look great in the first picture... the second one, I thought it was an aloe leaf sticking her in the butt cheek and thought, "ok....maybe that has a point"...I was more focused on her beautiful body.

I will say, I thought it was perhaps your wife, since you mention she has great boobs...

Either case, interesting photos and I, for one, didn't (and still don't now that I know it's a knife) take offense.


I usually have a pretty good tolerance for having my arm twisted and was somewhat expectant of it... but fuck if you didn't just pop something in my shoulder just now.

It seems I underestimated the power of the Force in you.
 
I usually have a pretty good tolerance for having my arm twisted and was somewhat expectant of it... but fuck if you didn't just pop something in my shoulder just now.

It seems I underestimated the power of the Force in you.

I am pretty sure I don't understand ~ :confused:
 
fuck I have a case of the crankies tonight:mad:.

a sure sign I seriously need to get back to working out again, going to the gym, or even just a 10-15 minute jog around the block or three. I very well could do it right fucking now and probably fucking should instead of waiting for when we get back from visiting the fam for a few days.

I fucking hate it.
I hate how there are two or three of me that I always gotta keep in check... always having to make sure they get their respective stimulation and workout. Past week or so the creativish me got a solid fucking workout with the taking and editing and organizing and purging of pics... that I've yet to actually polish off. All at the expense of ignoring the physical side of me that needs a regular dose of moving heavy shit around with a mix of aerobic mild exhaustion.

so what the fuck is holding me back from a quick run or jaunt to the gym? Gym shorts... or rather lack thereof. Which is really a stupid fucking reason because I have a pair of military fatigue pants that I cut into shorts and wear regularly and if fucking soldiers can run in the fucking things as pants in the goddamn sandbox that is the middle east what's my fucking limp-dick excuse?

fucking lame.

actually I have a pretty good excuse. back in the day of my dr throwing pills at me to see which ones would do the trick in terms of smoothing shit out he threw some at me that had the potential side-effect of weight gain. Being perpetually on lighter side of my ideal BMI what the fuck did I have to lose? Answer? the cinch straps on the waist of my coveted military fatigue pants-now-shorts. I gained so much weight (and not the awesome bulky barrel-chested lumberjack man weight either) that I had to completely cut the fucking straps off the pants.

so now... here I am again, bat-shit off my goddamn rocker with out the fucking proper gear to help enable me to use my one tried and true coping strategy.
 
fuck I have a case of the crankies tonight:mad:.

a sure sign I seriously need to get back to working out again, going to the gym, or even just a 10-15 minute jog around the block or three. I very well could do it right fucking now and probably fucking should instead of waiting for when we get back from visiting the fam for a few days.

I fucking hate it.
I hate how there are two or three of me that I always gotta keep in check... always having to make sure they get their respective stimulation and workout. Past week or so the creativish me got a solid fucking workout with the taking and editing and organizing and purging of pics... that I've yet to actually polish off. All at the expense of ignoring the physical side of me that needs a regular dose of moving heavy shit around with a mix of aerobic mild exhaustion.

so what the fuck is holding me back from a quick run or jaunt to the gym? Gym shorts... or rather lack thereof. Which is really a stupid fucking reason because I have a pair of military fatigue pants that I cut into shorts and wear regularly and if fucking soldiers can run in the fucking things as pants in the goddamn sandbox that is the middle east what's my fucking limp-dick excuse?

fucking lame.

actually I have a pretty good excuse. back in the day of my dr throwing pills at me to see which ones would do the trick in terms of smoothing shit out he threw some at me that had the potential side-effect of weight gain. Being perpetually on lighter side of my ideal BMI what the fuck did I have to lose? Answer? the cinch straps on the waist of my coveted military fatigue pants-now-shorts. I gained so much weight (and not the awesome bulky barrel-chested lumberjack man weight either) that I had to completely cut the fucking straps off the pants.

so now... here I am again, bat-shit off my goddamn rocker with out the fucking proper gear to help enable me to use my one tried and true coping strategy.

Target men's dept....just saying...don't yell at me or I'll kiss you
 
How do you manage to take the most captivating photos?

I understand your hesitation in the way that I know people can be dicks on here. And I know you never want to come off as if you are conveying any sort of message of violence against women.

And I have to say, I see the knife... but I also see the intention. It's beautiful. It isn't threatening. In fact it's quite hot. I almost don't even feel like you, the one holding the knife, are even the dominant one in these photos. She is. Gorgeous "she".

(As a side note, I love the wine bottle propping open the window. Subtle and pretty.)


ETA: I didn't see the last installment before posting. But I wanted to say that I love your halfway smirk/smile in the last photo.
 
I will need more time to come up with some sort of dirty hot awesome porno account as to what occurred before, during, and after the photo shoot.

I very well may have to. I mean... kinda feeling that when I get to posting more pics everyone will now be all like... "y posted more pics!!! Oh... they're only of him:rolleyes:"
 
I will need more time to come up with some sort of dirty hot awesome porno account as to what occurred before, during, and after the photo shoot.

I very well may have to. I mean... kinda feeling that when I get to posting more pics everyone will now be all like... "y posted more pics!!! Oh... they're only of him:rolleyes:"


Damn, I guess we will just have to make do with only pics of you. Sigh what we, your audience, have to put up with.:devil:
 
I will need more time to come up with some sort of dirty hot awesome porno account as to what occurred before, during, and after the photo shoot.

I very well may have to. I mean... kinda feeling that when I get to posting more pics everyone will now be all like... "y posted more pics!!! Oh... they're only of him:rolleyes:"

Good grief, what's a chick gotta do to see some junk around here?

*starts peeling off ones.*
:rolleyes:
 
expressing interest in seeing some is always good... but I'll take money too.

Then I'd say you had better get to it. I've got some objectifyin' to do.

...and apparently an ATM to hit up. Fuck, you're a lot of work.
 
I dont know how i missed this thread..but you have AMAZING! pictures and you are sensual! your wife is very lucky to wake up and see you every day! my my all your pictures are VERY SENSUAL! LIKE them!
 
Then I'd say you had better get to it. I've got some objectifyin' to do.

...and apparently an ATM to hit up. Fuck, you're a lot of work.

the problem with taking junk pics is that there really is no good way to take them... not to mention the risk of them surfacing some time during my second term as senator or city council alderman or some shit like that.

not that I really give a fuck. I really don't see me as someone that would actually run... let alone run and right off the bat make mention I got some pretty batshit crazy shit floating around on the net and if you are one offended by such then I'm probably not the guy to vote for. But if you aren't and like a guy like that then I'm your fucking man because... yeah.

interns and congressional pages with a fuck-lust for fulfilling and having their own sexual desires possibly fulfilled please make such information known within the first paragraph of your cover letter... because that's all I'm really going to read anyway.
 
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