Tastefully erotic photos (by Manbear)

The screen on Christopher's Galaxy really is just as sharp as your Apple and possibly even slightly larger. You know this because the screen is suddenly filled with the image of a lithesome elf chained to a huge tree-trunk. The elf is naked, but unlike most of the photographs collected by adolescent boys the pose is tastefully erotic, not obscene. The captured image is laid out with a photographer's eye for composition and story; the bound figure is slender and small breasted and in spite of her current predicament you can see the fire in her eyes. In spite of (or perhaps because of) the disappointment of tonight's date you feel a quiver of sexual excitement as you gaze at the image on Christopher's phone.

"Oh My God!" Christopher's face is beet red and he nearly falls out of his chair as he lunges for his phone. "I'm so sorry." You had tried to turn this young man's birthday into something special and instead you may have scarred him for life, **** to say anything that will let him know that having photo's of naked women (even fantasy women) is neither wrong nor unusual you say the first thing that pops into your head.

"That's lovely, where did you find it?" His answered mumble was so incoherent that you couldn't make out a single word.

"I'm serious Christopher," you try again "where did you find that image, it's amazing." The poor kid was polishing his glasses with the hem of his shirt like it was the most important thing in the world but eventually he took a deep breath and answered your question.

"I made it." His voice is still low and tentative, but with much more confidence and even a sense of pride.

"Really?" So much for building up the boy's self image, if you question everything he says he'll never develop any confidence. "But how?"

"It's computer generated art." Now that you look at the image more carefully, you can see that it is not an actual photograph, but if you had had to guess after your first look, you would have said the photograph had been taken by a professional requiring the services of a top notch special effects make-up team, not an 18 year old nerd. Christopher explains how the he crafts the image quickly losing you in a swarm of technical jargon but soon enough he has his phone out again showing you other examples of his work. There is a definite bondage element, and he clearly has a preference for blondes but the striking thing that all the artworks have in common is the shear sexiness of each of the women. While he is flipping through the collection explaining various filters and rendering techniques that he used, you are far more interested in the stories behind each of the scenes captured in this young man's imagination.

He gets to a picture of a dark-haired woman bathing in a woodland pool oblivious to the yellow-eyed monster peering at her from the bushes as she splashes water over her pink tipped breasts. The lovely woman is older and curvier than most of the other subjects in his images and there is a sadness about about her that you find hauntingly familiar. Christopher is explaining how difficult it was to make the ripples in the water look right when you final stop him.

"Who is she?" You ask, more aware than ever about how long it has been since you've had a man between your legs.