Inspired by Figleaf

Inspired by Figleaf I took an hour or so out of my lazy afternoon to indulge in seeing what I didn't know I had. With camera in hand, I documented my arousal from cold start through the softly swelling waves of self-pleasure. Every few minutes, I would pause to take a photograph of my pussy, and resisting the almost inevitable judgments, I would resume my circling caresses. This play-pause-photograph cycle continued until I climaxed.

This healing aspect aside, it's quite engaging to watch your own flesh come to life. It brings a true visual awareness to a process we usually sink our feelings into, and deals a charming coup de grace to body dimorphic tendencies.

Then I sat back and looked at the pictures from beginning to end. Not with voyeuristic intention but through the eyes of what my lovers see. I realized how intimate and beautiful these images were, and how overly critical I've always been of myself.