Watch Me Make Sapphic Love To My Girlfriend

Take a break from life in a womanly wonderland! 

I told my artist friend Samarel Eros, a master in lesbian erotic art, that I was going up to Los Angeles to have some special time with my girlfriend R__.

“Take some pictures of you and her together and I can do a painting,” he very kindly said. I don’t know if he was just flirting or if he really did want to see us having sex with each other.

“She’s shy,” I texted back.

“How can she be shy with you?” he responded.

“With me she’s a tiger, it’s the rest of the world she’s shy with,” I explained. Because I was absolutely sure that R__ would never agree to be filmed or painted or videoed in an erotic pose with me. She’s just extremely modest — until she isn’t. (As you will see!)

Anyhow, before I headed up to LA from the South Bay for my “special time” with my girlfriend, I texted her that a friend wanted me to take some pictures so he could do an erotic painting of us.

She just sent me back an exclamation point.

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That could mean so many things.

Like she was shocked and horrified that I would even suggest such a thing. Or that she was so excited at the prospect that an exclamation was all she could muster.

So just on the off chance that the exclamation point meant the latter, I threw the tripod and the camera in the car. Then I forgot about the whole thing.

“Oh good, you brought the camera for our boudoir photo shoot!” she said when I pulled into her driveway and she rushed out to give me a big kiss and a hug.