The Blog Formerly Known As 'So I Met This Guy'
So I Met This Guy…
One of my first interviews was for an online magazine featuring an extremely talented fashion and art photographer. As we were in different countries at the time of the interview we never met in person. Four months later I moved to New York and invited him for drinks to say thank you and introduce myself. My friend warned me about photographers and I remember telling her, "Don't worry he is 40 and married, I don't think we have anything to worry about".
That statement was the beginning of the end. Let's call him "The Photographer".
We bonded over our love of exotic food, or perhaps it was our love of wild sex. Either way we had way too much fun sneaking around the city ripping each others clothes off. It was such a cliche going to his studio, driving around in his beautiful sports-car. I thought it would all end when I left New York in the Fall, but it didn't.
It became more intense... he'd fly to come see me, say he was going on a "shoot" and then it was a "re-shoot". I would try to break it off, but was so wildly attracted to him and we'd have so much fun I couldn't help myself. Did I mentioned I have a thing for the English? His accent made everything even hotter (and more cliche).
Now, I don't want you to get the wrong impression, this is not a porn site, but it must be said, The Photographer was some of the hottest sex I'd ever had. He was wild, made me insane in all the best ways. His love of thigh-high stockings gave me an Agent Provocateur addiction; one I never managed to break. He had me completely wrapped around his finger and when I invited a friend to join us, I had him wrapped around mine. He was and most likely still is, a complete pervert and the idea of fucking someone half his age was a massive turn on.
I am not one of those dumb girls that thought he would leave his wife for me. That would have been terrible as who could trust a man that was cheating on his wife. I just saw myself as his mistress, the one he wanted to be with physically. It was a turn on knowing he had someone else and would rather be with me.
Then one day everything got totally fucked.