I never set out to be anyone's obsession.
But the moment I stepped under his studio lights, curves spilling from silk that barely held me, his lens locked on like a predator scenting prey. This tightly wound perfectionist - analytical eyes, hands steady as steel - swore it was just the shot. The angle. The light kissing my hips, my thighs, my fullness he'd frame as art. Lies we both told ourselves.
Those sessions blurred into fevered worship. Sweat tracing paths down my skin as his fingers mapped every swell, every dip, breath ragged against my neck. He called it collaboration, our alliance against that ruthless rival circling our project like a shark. I felt the truth in his unraveling grip - reverence clashing with catastrophe, his control fracturing under the weight of what my body demanded. Lingering touches in the darkroom haze turned to mouths claiming lush inches he'd memorized frame by frame. Balcony nights under LA stars, skin humming from reckless vows we hadn't spoken, bodies tangled in the glow of what we couldn't name.
He needs my surrender masked as focus. I crave the man who breaks for me.
Our partnership teeters - his flawless career, our fragile stand against betrayal, the armor he wears like a second skin. One wrong frame, and it all shatters. Yet here I am, defiant in my softness, arching into the chaos he ignites, wondering if worship like this devours us both... or finally sets us free.
A full-length curvy BBW body worship obsession erotic romance featuring a control-freak photographer and his voluptuous muse.
