NUDE SHOTS - Five Sensual Stories Celebrating the Erotic Image

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Since the invention of photography people have been obsessed with both taking and looking at erotic images, and this richly detailed anthology covers our all our favourite voyeuristic pastimes over the last hundred years, with stories featuring a dirty postcard studio in Edwardian Paris; making stag movies in 1930s Cony Island; a beach photographer in Blackpool of the 1960s; a glamour film coming back to haunt a respectable vicar's wife in 90s middle England; and a very sexy photoshoot for an internet porn site in present day New York.

The Cabinet of Monsieur Zee

At Coney Island

Beach Photographer

A Package for the Vicarage

Nude Shots


The Cabinet of Monsieur Zee

Marie-Mathilde settled down close, oh so very close, to Celeste and breathed in her perfume.  Then she opened her eyes and looked down at the delicately hand-tinted postcards on the album's dusky black pages.  She immediately recognised the studio, and Celeste, stretched out on the bearskin and dressed only in a silky chemise that clung to her body and showed her tiny rosebud nipples, erect and straining behind the flimsy fabric.

Marie-Mathilde looked at Celeste.  "This, this is you, and this is what you do.  Zee wishes to photograph us indelicately with young gentlemen, no?"

Celeste smiled enigmatically and nestled closer to Marie-Mathilde.  "Turn the page, Cherie," was all she would say.
A Package for the Vicarage

"Bet you wish you can show all this in your little film, don't you, Roger the Dodger," she'd said provocatively, hands on her slim hips, enjoying the feeling of power that being raked by his gaze was giving her.

And he had just nodded, unable to speak, his eyes still glued to her pussy, his big desperate cock fighting like a wild animal to be let out of his jeans and give her the fucking she so craved.  And, yes, she finally admitted to herself, she would have gladly have let him have her there and then, right there on his clean and shiny floor tiles that reeked of Mister Sheen and old fashioned lavender wax polish.  But Roger had been a perfect gentleman and the moment had quickly passed, and she had gone home ragged with frustration and dropped her trousers and panties in the front hall and masturbated ferociously there and then, cumming quickly and violently, her orgasm tearing through her body like an earthquake, her cunt pulsing like a mad thing, her clit up so hard it was almost painful to touch.