The desire of taking or being taken…

Black leather garters overlay a laced corset and cling to smooth curves that hold up black stockings at the thigh; contoured legs are accented by the strap at the top of her heels. She isn’t wearing panties and her white skin is a dramatic contrast to the leather and silk. She is shaven and her slit is centred between the two front straps of the garter as a result of one leg in front of the other.

The opposite page is of a woman in full leather — a plain and heavy corset overlaying a patent leather catsuit is the centre of the photograph. Leather gloves hold both a flogger and leather whip with the tails, the thong and fall tangled in front of her. The light shines off the leather creating a contrast of black and white.

Two photographs found in a photoworks collection I recently found tucked away in a box.

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“I think it’s just because you like leather.”

“That may be true, but I also see them as the two sides of the desire coin.”

“How so?”, Simone asked as she motioned to look at the book of photographs again.

“Well, I think we have a desire for taking or being taken and the two photos dramatically represent each of those desires. Of course, they are the extremes, and like everything, it’s a spectrum but we all desire it.

Simone was intently flipping through the book and smiled as she turned it to show me a man and a woman fucking. “Look Honey, they were fucking back in the 1800s.”

Laughing, I said, “Yes, I’ve heard we’ve been fucking for a very long time.”

Simone flipped through the photoworks collection a little longer and then rested the book on her lap and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

“So which do you desire; to take or be taken?”

 I met her gaze and simply said, “Both, like I said.”

“Well, now I want to go shopping, and depending on what we find, tonight we’ll have to explore which desire it really is.”

Placing the book on the table, Simone stood knowing.

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Image and inspiration by Gunter Blum