The romantic pornographer
We walked through the isles of the grocery store, taking turns pushing the cart. We picked out all the ingredients needed to make the things that’s we’d discussed before leaving the house, checking things off of our list as me made our way through the store.
“How are you doing” I asked Mina and she knew without needing any reminder what I was asking about.
“It took a little getting used to, because it’s been so long since I’ve worn it”, she answered as a faint flush of color rose to her cheeks.
Candle Boxx and I have crossed paths with the same people a number of times and most recently I realized that she’s done work with the people at Centaur Celluloid who are old friends. They are, in fact, the first people that I ever worked with in adult entertainment.
When Natasha Flade wanted to release the first DVD for her site, they asked me to help out by playing the role of Owen in Owen’s Obsession (credited as Elijah X.). It was terribly challenging work tying her up and tormenting her ;)
Flipping through the pages of Centaur Celluloid I realized that it’s been ages since I’ve worked with them; something that I need to remedy soon….and I think that I have the perfect project for it.
Today I shot with Candle Boxxx from Candle’s Fetish Boxxx. We worked together once years ago and happenstance put us in the same place at the same time again, so I took the opportunity to photograph her. On top of the (rather obvious) fact that she’s very beautiful, she’s smart, funny and always a pleasure to work with. I shot some amazing scenes for a video release that’ll be available soon as well as some photographs for this blog. Next time around though, I’m definitely going to make it a point to photograph her in bondage.
”Take them off and hold them out to me” I said to Trouble about the panties she was wearing. She slipped them off and did as she was told, looking at me with equal parts willingness and contempt, which is exactly what I wanted of her.
The metal cuffs made a clanking noise against the wrought iron rail and with every little movement we were closer to drawing attention to ourselves, to what was happening. The air was warm, sticky and it reminded for some reason of the beaches of Lake Huron, which I visited every summer when I was younger. Maybe it was the smell of her skin or her bare feet so delicately resting on the wrought iron, but for a moment, all of this was happening someplace else, in another time. Trouble and I didn’t have a future together and we both knew that, but I wished just then that we’d shared a past and just for a moment I was by the fire in Port Austin with her standing next to me.
I remember the sky always being the sort of blue that is so vibrant that it seems impossible because it’s really almost black. I remember stars and the sound of the water lapping at the shore as I folded the corners of the sheet of newspaper in on themselves and carefully pushed a toothpick through all four of them. I would turn it over and set it carefully on the fire, watching it expand with hot air and fly away as it burned. We called them “Hailey’s comets”, but I’m not really sure where or when that started. I was usually alone when I sent them up, but for a moment, she was standing next to me, watching them fade into the night sky.
The clanking noise of metal on metal brought me back to the moment and made me realize that I must be foolish, hopeless romantic at heart because in front of me there was a beautiful woman handcuffed to my balcony, holding her panties toward me and the place that my mind had taken us in that moment was to a beach that was a few thousand miles and almost two decades away.
Starri Knight and I have a long history, but differences in geography have meant that we haven’t worked together quite as frequently the last couple of years. We are changing that though, starting with today with this set of her in bondage. There is a lot more to come, including appearances on the tickling, femdom and fetish sites she appeared on before and new material for a project in development! Needless to say; I am happy to have Starri back!
Aaliyah Love strapped on a pair of roller skates and we ventured outside for this vintage inspired shoot from early in our working relationship.
Bondage man she called me as she attempted to wiggle her way free of her restraints. Her cadence and thick Scottish accent have a melodic quality to them that makes me nearly miss what she’s saying because of the effect that it has on whatever part of my brain that is that has decided that she speaks in music. I like to listen to her speak and I’m often too quiet during conversation because I don’t want the sound of my voice to interrupt it.
“Do you feel like a bad bondage man…” she asked me, because she was wiggling free. I smiled from behind her while unbuckling the straps and I told her that it didn’t.
“I’m sure you could have kept me if you wanted”, she said, or something to that accord.; I was inside of my head as I unbuckled the straps enough that she was able to work herself free and I might not have heard her correctly.
There is a lightheartedness to Heidi that I appreciate. She possesses an awareness of herself that leads me to believe that she knows that people find her attractive but in the moments that she is shining the brightest, that isn’t the most significant thing about her. Her warmth leaves the most lasting impression on me, which is impressive in the fact that it does compete with her exceptional beauty. When we finished shooting and she said goodbye, I hoped that I would see her again.
