Watch Me

Leila wants to capture passion on film. No, Leila NEEDS to capture passion on film. She needs to strip herself base and show the camera who she really. After some inspiration from her stepbrother that’s just what she’d going to do. And he gets to come along for the ride. Kidnapped for it, actually.

Excerpt

With the door closed Leila let her confident face slip into a wide anticipatory grin. Art or not, this was going to be fun.

Quickly she gathered what she needed.

Some of it was obvious. She needed a camera so she grabbed the one her parents had given her for her eighteenth birthday. A nice little digital, it could shoot HD and had image stabilization. That would come in handy.

Some of it was less obvious. Wardrobe and makeup? Yes.

Rummaging through her stuff Leila put together an outfit and changed. A red and black satin bra and panties with a matching red garter belt that had little black hearts all over. Attaching the stockings in the mirror she admired herself. Long brown hair tumbled loosely onto her shoulders and framed her hear shaped face. She loved her body, her wide hips and heavy breasts. Those girls in the movie were sculptures but she was a real woman and real women had soft curves.

Just before she opened the door to walk out she stopped and took a deep breath. Leila wasn’t crazy. She knew this was a huge leap to take, that it might turn out horribly. But she didn’t know what else to do. There was one thing in her life she wanted more than anything else and she was afraid of losing it.

Leila opened the door.