This photo is calling for a comment..with pleasure. Vera was a book of blue model and we shared an intimacy over several years. I considered her my artistic wife. Our understanding was grounded in the truth that this setup was my masturbation mirror and that I fucked that dildo and saw my face and licked my semen off of the mirror; she never witnessed me, nor did I see her masturbate — and she would present herself for nude photos in and around my cum mirror.
She was comfortable in accepting my longing for her, as long as I did not beg; though there was one instance where she tolerated that. We existed in the understanding that she was guiding me on my path by holding this space for me. She understood the depth of the healing and necessity of this mudra between us perhaps better than anyone. It was a line she held gently, aware of how deep into my self-ecstasy I would go acknowledging her awareness of my situation and pressing against her boundary.
In our last session she spread her vulva for me for the first time, revealing her new shri yantra tattoo on her mons pubis. i was calm with part of my psyche and boiling for her at my core level. i did beg her to at least be able to smell her. honestly I can say I could not hold back pleading. I knew that cunnilingus was not going to happen but i hoped she might allow me to smell her. but it was too intimate and she understood that i needed our situation to be this way; that was maximum healing and fulfillment. she understood her role as giver of my cosmic death.
she demurred and declined, but for a brief moment she allowed me to sniff her fingers after she had been spreading her vulva lips open, knowing I was exceeding my privilege. She understood that when she left, I would strip, masturbate into the mirror where she had spread her yoni, soaked in her presence and now alone, and eat my semen off of it crying out my love for her and seeking self acceptance.
this is the expression of her face a moment before she allowed me to see her vulva.
