‘WHAT MAKES YOUR ENGINE RUN?
Desire. Desire. Desire’
Where do I start? Feet are a sensual extension of the female body. All so different, so many shapes, sizes, nail polish…it all plays a part. They can be so accessible yet often so hidden and this drives me crazy wondering what they look like and using my imagination to visualise concealed feet. I love the texture and shape of each toe.
I love the feel of them
in my mouth…mmmm…so many things come to mind…like what you can do sexually with toes, how they can be used and what you can do on them.hhh
Let Me Suck It
The first time I saw her was in an elevator. She had just started working in my building. She stood in front of me waiting for her level watching the floor numbers tick by. She may have smiled at me, I didn’t move. I wanted her there and then. I used every ounce of self restraint in my body to keep my hand from touching her. I
wanted to tear her
clothes off. I wanted to bite her. This wasn’t like me. Two seconds earlier all I could think about was the workload overflowing on my desk. What work? Ping! Level 14. Back to reality. She turned and gave me a sly smile as though all the thoughts that just ran through my head had been out loud. This ritual continued every morning and afternoon for the next fortnight. Until late one Thursday evening, we had both stayed a little later than usual everything changed. She pressed the emergency stop.
Public Spaces
Blair + Ania
I want her to watch us. You know who. Your friend Jane. You know she’s always sneaking glances at us when we’re close. Sometimes when we kiss and she’s around, I look over your shoulder and she just averts her glance at the last second, like she’s been caught being naughty. I like it. Next time she’s here I want to take you to the bathroom, leave the door cracked open just a bit, rip your clothes off and take you from behind. I want her to look. I want to tempt her to creep up to the door and sneak glances at us through the crack. I want her to get turned on, and I want her to know that
we know she’s watching.
Watching You Watching Me
Tamara + Neil
I like the idea of being a personal trainer and the concepts of power and authority that come with it. I fantasise about turning something which is usually perceived as quite traditional like a game of tennis, into something more erotic. The domination element is also a turn on for me, especially since being a woman, we are often judged as physically inferior to men but here I have the power and I am in control and perhaps these feelings or actions of confidence and dominance could be transferred over to the bedroom. One-on-one training sessions could be thought of as a type of ‘fantasy hour’ where as a trainer
I could become whoever I
wanted to for that hour; flirty, mean, strict, a tease‌ I like being the person in control; monitoring the amount of psychical contact, creating seductive stretches, the dripping body sweat and the ability to show off as much of my body as I feel like and knowing that my students want me.
Back + Forth
Brett + Leah
I’m 48 but the years have been good to me and I’ve aged well. The whole marriage plus 2.3 kids didn’t quite work out for me. I tried it out but it wasn’t me. But, I am still a man, and I have needs. I’m not talking about getting my rocks off. Any dick head can achieve that without effort. What I’m after is a bit of companionship. I
want them young, beautiful,
and I don’t want them so much to care about me as to share in my passions. I want them in my boardroom, and I want them sharing in a bit of debauchery with me. I want to be careless with them, I want them to laugh at the less fortunate with me, and to appreciate a good fucking French champagne, as opposed to that dog-shit excuse for sparkling wine this country produces. Is that too much to ask?
Me, My Office, Two Semi Naked Girls And French Champagne
Peter + The Girls
I want to be able to be who I really am without any consequences. That would be the ultimate fantasy come true for me. Being Muslim/Lebanese my mother’s opinion is the one that bares the absolute worst views on homosexuality possible, it would be truly liberating if she saw me in action.
Hi Mummy
Karl + Steven
Just for the record, I
never call what I do cross-dressing.
I call it fashion freestyling.
Batter That Eyelid
Ben
I suppose I have always loved the idea of being waited on hand and foot, totally
emersed in an opulence I can never truly
expect to be able to sustain in normal life. A chance to be a king in the eyes of two gorgeous women who together are there to tease and please me in any way I ask. From wandering hands to a firm massage, I can ask anything . . . .
Me Me Me + You
Natalie, Jay + Glenda
There’s this 20 somthin Kiwi boy i first saw at my after work local a few years ago. he started turning up more often, mostly on his own, watchin the football over a few beers. he had left the venue a couple times with another guy he seemed to have only met in the bar that night, and my mind got to thinkin “he
just may be a back door bandit like
me.” we got talkin one afternoon and he asked if i smoked pot. We ended up back at my place cause “he had some gunga he wanted me to try.” after a few awkward cones, he starts with the hard sell and i realised this bloke was just tryin to get me hooked on his shit, buyin from him and he just may be cleverly aware of his sexual appeal to a desperate older poof with some cash to burn. well he got me, never did see anything more than his buds though, and i’m still purchasing his buds to this day, once a week, i meet him out in the back lane of the pub after work friday nights, $100 a quart and my mind still gets to thinkin. Lol
Paying That Guy For Sex
Daniel + Te
Photographed + Compiled by Nita Paterson 2008