This was my third shoot with her royal silkiness. As usual we chatted and swapped stories of our sordid pasts, while I snapped away and Silky slipped in and out of my lingerie. One set moved smoothly into the next like a well oiled olive on an Italian pizza.
It was a low levels shoot. I didn't want to stretch the envelope, rather to generate images of a classier nature than my usual fare. Silky has this effect on me. She has also changed my shooting stratergy. Instead of the 3 second rule (when the flash fires you have 3 secs to change position) we have the Silky Rule, take a shot when her lips stop moving. It works, lol.
