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It was a crazy idea, especially for me. It was completely out of character. I'd never done anything like that. I was pretty conservative. I'd been a soccer mom for years. Id taught Sunday school at church and I'd been the treasurer for my kids PTA, but I found the idea oddly exhilarating. I had stumbled on an advertisement for a boudoir photographer on Facebook and in the heat of the moment I called and scheduled an appointment to meet for a free consultation. I wanted to do something tasteful but sexy to give to my husband for our 20th wedding anniversary. It was also a celebration of sorts for my newfound confidence. For most of the last fifteen years, I'd been overweight and there was no way I'd have posed for sexy boudoir photos, but with the help of a personal trainer, a nutritionist, and a prescription for Trizepatide I had lost 90lbs in 15 months, and for the first time in almost two decades I didn't hate my body.

I met Dontrell at his studio after work to discuss what I was looking for and it went great. He understood exactly what I wanted and we had a fantastic conversation about a myriad of topics. I felt extremely comfortable with him, which was important given the circumstances. He was personable and gregarious. He was also hot. He wasn't exactly my type. I'd never been especially attracted to black men but he was undeniably attractive with smoldering dark eyes, a warm friendly smile, and a gorgeous body. He was tall and incredibly fit, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and not an ounce of excess body fat. I'm not sure why his appearance mattered, but for some reason it made it easier for me to think about stepping so far outside of my comfort zone.

We talked for almost an hour, getting to know each other, and helping me get comfortable with the idea of being almost naked in front of him and his camera. He told me about his experience playing college football and how a knee injury during his junior year ended his dream of playing professionally.  That's when he discovered his love of photography. We also discussed what kind of pictures I wanted, what outfits I should bring with me, and the different packages he offered. His prices were higher than I had expected but they weren't outrageous and before I left, I made an appointment for the following Sunday when I knew that my husband would be golfing so that I could surprise him on our anniversary.

I was extremely nervous when I arrived for the photo shoot but Dontrell quickly set my mind at ease. He was calm and relaxed. His easy-going personality was disarming and his warm smile settled my nerves. He directed me to the changing room and told me to put on the sexy black dress we'd discussed at our earlier meeting, and we'd go from there.

I did as instructed. I'd always been good at taking directions. That had helped me greatly when I was a competitive cheerleader in high school, and when I came out of the changing room with my hair done up, my makeup on point, and an impish smile on my face, Dontrell smiled.

"How do I look?" I asked nervously as years of insecurity bubbled to the surface, but Dontrell was prepared. He told me that I looked beautiful and the look in his dark, sexy eyes oozed sincerity. I swallowed hard and walked to his studio set.  It was set up like a bedroom, with a large king sized bed with a white puffy comforter and several oversized colorful pillows. Beside the bed was a wall with a low, wide dresser and a mirror. Next to the dresser was a fake window with frilly curtains and beside the window was a bright blue chair. The other side of the set was all business with three tripods, two with their own camera and the third with a video camera. Dontrell had talked about making a short video for my husband but I told him that I wasn't ready for that.

"Don't worry, its off," Dontrell said when he saw me looking at the video camera. He pointed to the notification light on the front and it was dark.  "I'm a creature of habit so I set up my equipment the same way every time."

He took a few test shots and adjusted the lighting until it was perfect.  Then he positioned me in the blue chair. He helped adjust my dress so my cleavage was just right, and had me turn in a way that hid my slight belly. Then he took a few more shots, repositioned me, and took some more. He was all business and very professional, but each time his strong, ebony hands touched my body I felt a surge of moisture soak my ravenous sex. It had been a few weeks since my husband and I

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