Still photographs don't record sound, and they don't record movement. They are still. But that stillness can paradoxically reveal what isn't explicitly recorded. A still image may reveal this when what isn't explicitly shown is implicit in the image.It's a bright warm afternoon. The closed blinds project small beams of sunlight onto the crumpled white linen of the bed. Tomoko lies on her back, her eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth open, she clutches her breast, her hips buck, her vagina pulses open and closed, the labia plump up, the clitoris is erect in its hood, fluid runs out of her vagina and squirts in little bursts, rivulets of her cum glisten on her inner thighs. Tomoko brings herself to an orgasm. Though we cannot hear her moan, nor see her body convulse, we can see she isn't feigning. Perhaps we can even feel her body shudder more vividly than if we could see her move or hear her moan. Because that is the power of the still image.Afterwards there was a brief refractory period. We shot a few strong frames of her, her arm thrown back behind her head. Still. Steadily looking back at the camera. Still. Then we chatted about how she likes to cum. About the intonation of vocalisations as women come. About cultural norms reflected in Japanese and European porn. And about her cunt. Relaxed now, she gently touches herself as we talk. Pulling lightly on her labia, or pushing them gently together. Trails of her juices still gleaming at her entrance. Her vagina gradually relaxes and returns to its un-aroused passive state.
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