A Nude Snapshot That Became a Best-Selling Bookmark

December 26, 2024

Dear Friends!

Once the more family-oriented part of Christmas has passed and I feel less family pressure, I've been able to take some time to prepare another post for the group.

At 25, two years after marrying Dan, my erotic life was a whirlwind of passionate encounters and intense relationships. Though I was married, I maintained a daily relationship with Francis, my husband's best friend. During the weekdays, sex with Francis was almost a routine, an intimate dance we fervently repeated. With Dan, on the other hand, our encounters were more spaced out, usually on alternate days, but the weekends were our special time. On Fridays or Saturdays, we indulged in long and intense MFM threesome sessions, an experience that uniquely and deeply bonded us.

Around this time, every fortnight, I met with Olaso, a stunningly handsome university classmate. For years, Olaso had been madly in love with me, and although my heart belonged to Dan, there was something about Olaso I couldn't resist. We usually met on Sunday afternoons, and each encounter was a mix of compassion and desire. I felt pity for him, so devoutly in love, and at the same time, I was drawn to his incredible physique. Olaso was the most handsome man with the best body of all the stable relationships I had, though I must admit, I had also had casual encounters with guys even more attractive than him.

Since I was 23, I had an arrangement with Paco, a man I met two or three times each summer. Our agreement was formal and verbal, providing him with sexual services whenever he called.

That same year, I had a torrid adventure in Madrid with Bill, a porn photographer who hired me as a model and escort. Our five-day encounter coincided with a work trip I took to Madrid to attend a scientific conference. I barely attended the conference; I only went on the first day to collect the documentation and attendance certificate. The following days were spent with Bill, exploring a side of my sexuality I had never imagined.

In summary, at 25 my sex life was a complex web of relationships and encounters, each contributing to the woman I am today.

At that time, Francis had an agreement which lasted for years with a small erotic publishing house, which produced decks of cards, bookmarks, and calendars, both wall and pocket-sized. He provided them with photos of me in the nude. In post Vintage Erotic Photography: When Classic Sensuality Meets Art, I’ve shown some of those erotic cards in which I appear, and today I’m sharing a photo that was used on a laminated bookmark, rectangular, about 6x12 cm. The top part featured this image, when I was 28, and the lower half had the name of a well-known Spanish brandy, "very popular" at the time, or rather... cheap. On the back, there were the contact numbers of various roadside assistance companies offering help in case of a breakdown. The bookmark had a small red string with a ball and tassels at the end.

This bookmark was primarily sold at gas stations along highways and national roads, and I imagine the book most frequently marked with it was the ubiquitous "Michelin Guide to Spain's Roads," though I wouldn't rule out it also being used in novels by Tom Clancy or Frederick Forsyth. It makes me smile to think that, in some way, it helped make the long nights of truckers a little more bearable, a profession I’ve always admired deeply.

And I’ll take this opportunity to confess something else. On two occasions, I’ve had sex in the sleeper cab of trucks. The first was when I was 24, with a handsome trucker I met in a roadside nightclub near Benidorm, in the southeast of Spain. The second, at 37, during a long work trip by car where I met another trucker at a shabby road restaurant who, using means I couldn’t resist, persuaded me to spend the night with him, culminating in a wild, all-night session of sex in his truck. I arrived late and exhausted for my meeting, but I blamed the delay on a ‘road incident,’ since my car stopped. I didn’t lie, strictly speaking... though I was the one who kept the car parked beside the truck on purpose 😊. Everyone in the meeting was very understanding.

It's curious, but this one, which has a somewhat cultured or elegant air, was one of the best-selling bookmarks of the around dozen different photos of mine used. I know I have a couple of those bookmarks in my memory chest, alongside my diaries. When I have time, I'll look for them and post them on the blog.

Francis shot this photo the same afternoon of the one in the post A Dark Masterpiece: Posing for a Kinky Art Commission

Sweet kisses

Aura