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My Sunshine (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
Micah was a peculiar fellow. He didn't feel anything; no joy or sorrow, nor anger or sympathy. He was just empty. He was a skilled photographer, capturing beauty and soul in pictures that he couldn't really find in himself. He recieved high praises for his work, and was hired on by a modeling studio. It was fine, he photoed men and women a like for different genres. And then he met her. The woman that made him feel. Her name was Arya and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had the cutest blonde hair and the softest blue eyes, he could get lost in them for hours. Her body was perfect; creamy skin that looked soft as silk with a gentle curve to her waist. And she was so nice. God, was she just the sweetest woman in the world. He felt his heart beating when she came in for photos, his chest ache when she was away. He loved her. He loved her so much. They didn't talk very often, but she always managed a hi when she came in. It was the highlight of his day. He couldn't get enough of her.
It felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest when he found out she had moved to a different studio. His whole world was empty and cold with her gone. So he applied to her new studio and waited for them to hire him before quitting his old job. He wasn't going to let her slip away.
 
Arya was oblivious to his intentions, so she didn't think anything of it when he showed up and began work at the same studio. "Oh! Uh.. Micah right? It's good to see you again!"
 
She remembered his name. He could just die. "Yeah, like wise! What are the odds?" He smiled, "I didn't know this is where you went...!"
 
She smiled. God that smile. "Yeah, crazy right?" She laughed and gently patted his arm. "Well here's hoping we work together again!"
 
His arm could fall off and he probably wouldn't notice. "Yeah, I hope so too!" He said. He would make it happen even if he had to lock someone in the closet.
 
She smiled and walked off. He could watch her move for hours. She had a sway in her step, something he had greatly missed.
 
He about melted before correcting himself and finding somewhere to set up. He got to take a few shoots with her before the studio realised he got the best shots of her. So they kept him as her regular photographer. He couldn't be happier.
 
She grew to trust him, and made sure to always request him. Even for her upcoming lingerie shoots.
 
He always made her feel comfortable, that she was safe while taking such sausy photos for clothing lines. He was so considerate of her feelings.
 
She loved working with him. The lingerie shoot was on them, and the first was a bright red teddy, her hair done up perfectly.
 
He tried to keep calm as he took her photos, guiding her poses ans taking the best shots. His mouth was watering and he tried not to drool.
 
The photoshoot was finished at the end of the day, and there were several outfits that she had changed through. The photos were amazing, she was the perfect subject.
 
He sat in his darkroom, printing doubles of the photos so he had his own copy. "Haaah~ you're so beautiful, Arya...~" He muttered, "My all time favorite song...~"
 
The shoots kept coming, and the more photos he took, the more he needed her. The more he wanted her.
 
He checked to make sure his door was locked before moving to undo his pants and push them down with his boxers.
 
He could hear her, almost feel her. She was begging for him. Someone so classy, so beautiful reduced to such a state by him.
 
He moaned lowly, holding his shirt up in his teeth as he stroked himself, her moans so vivid that he thought they were actually having sex.
 
She was so tight, her petite frame wrapped tight around his fat cock, begging for him to abuse her and claim her as his own.
 
"G-God, Arya~ y-you're so fucking tight~" He growled through his shirt, his hand moving faster as he "fucked her" faster.
 
She was screaming, her beautiful eyes clouded heavily in lust. She climaxed hard, sputtering weak praises.
 
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