Prompt
· English
Pitch-dark amateur night photo of real people, almost everything in black shadow, a faint light only on her face. The woman, a 48-year-old woman of South Asian descent with rich chestnut-brown skin, salt-and-pepper hair, dark brown eyes, thick straight eyebrows and a round face with full cheeks, of average height, with a soft heavyset build, standing in half turn with her back toward the lens so her face is seen over her shoulder in lost profile, her bare medium round breasts with nipples exposed, their stiff wet peaks glistening under his mouth, the soft skin of her chest bare and yielding to his touch, the neckline of her burgundy dress dragged down under them, sheer black stockings on her legs, a lace garter belt at her hips, stiletto heels on her feet, an emerald pendant at her throat, matching emerald earrings in her ears, dark red lips and long false lashes intact on her face, hair in loose glossy Hollywood waves over one shoulder. Laughing mid-moan: mouth open, a laugh breaking into a gasp, brows lifted, eyes glassy and bright, cheeks flushed from the drinks, a soft, even pink glow on her cheeks with soft edges. Two people, one woman, and one man, the man is the regular, packed tight around her in one knot of bodies. The regular, a rugged Afghan man in his thirties with a full dark beard, with a round full face, almond-shaped black eyes under heavy low brows, a Roman nose with a high bridge, thin lips and a rounded chin wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, the blue jeans fully on and closed, his face in profile, eyes shut, standing directly in front of her pressing his body close against her front, his head bowed to her chest, his right hand gripping her other bare breast pinching the nipple between his fingers while his left hand rests on her hip, his mouth open with his tongue on her bare nipple sucking it tenderly. Her hand holding a half-full cocktail glass out to the side, the other stroking the back of his neck, leaning into his mouth with her body twisted off balance, her hips bent forward, her shoulders hunched with the motion, her hair swinging in the air. A secluded booth at the back of a dark bar, a curtain half drawn, glasses on the table. From above and behind the sofa back, looking down over her shoulder, tight close-up of her face, her bare breasts and his mouth on her nipple, cut off by the frame just below her breasts. Very dark underexposed phone photo taken in near darkness, most of the frame deep black, only a faint dim light on her face, crushed blacks, heavy grain. A hidden corner turned into a reckless game, the darkness making everything funnier.