sodome

When you're too busy to have a real social life, you start to multitask in weird ways. Yesterday I combined a date with a location-scouting expedition. Found an amazing space. Seriously amazing. The lineup starts WAY over there to do a mind-boggling early-morning trespass shoot there.

So... did gloriously nasty things in the amazing space w my date. Nakedly, loudly, stickily, protractedly nasty. I'd SO missed weather warm enough for that kinda fun outdoors. Eventually, though, I got a little cold (delicate tropical flower that I am). We were winding down, wiping lube off our various extremeties and tucking most of our bits back into clothing; undergarments into pockets, etc.; too distracted with afterglow to be adequately prepared for the approach of a pig on horseback. A rent-a-cop, actually, obviously to unstable to be allowed firearms. Dangerous anyway.

We ran, dumb bunnies that we were. He caught us, (well, the horse did, really) and then nearly creamed his uniform with the power trip of expostulating from on high about the sanctity of private property. Asked us a few dozen escalatingly nonsensical questions, took data from antique versions of our ID and let us go.

Glad I had the reflex to erase my camera cards, though. It was material from days ago I'd already digitized, but if officer friendly had spotted it while going through all our stuff it might have complicated our dialogue significanty.

In years of shooting public smut I've never had a run-in with the law. Figures it'd happen when I'm not even shooting. Anyhow, it felt like a fairly cheap lesson. Gonna have to use lookouts and a distraction team when I return to that area. Any volunteers wanna be extra pairs of eyes on the periphery of a really cool shoot sometime soon?

~ d