An Extraordinary Book of Blue Session
Origami of Portland, Oregon — photographed slow and conscious witnessed mirror masturbation.
Origami, Ori for short, heard I was going to be in Portland through a mutual friend who told her that Book of Blue would be in town. This was in 2012 or so; I was there on an important family errand for one of my investigative reporting mentors.
Her friend said only that I photographed mirror masturbation and had done so around the world, and it was a “say no more” kind of situation. Ori called me and a few hours later was in my hotel room. She had not heard of me or my project before.
At first blush, she was a shy and ordinary seeming girl, though long expereience had taught me to allow women to emerge and transform in the truth elixir of the mirror. After taking off her long wool overcoat, she asked me what she should do, and I suggested she stand in front of a large, full-length mirror and watch herself underess.
As she did this, she emerged into her beauty and her freedom. Her face came to life. Her eyes began to burn with eager curiosity. For the next hour, she did not take her eyes off of herself, including the deepest and most persistent self-eye-contact I’ve ever seen.
Maybe this was something she often did. I don’t know. My presence and the presence of the camera seemed to unleash something in her. My sense is that when you feel and see that much beauty, you want to share it with someone, and I was the fortunate beneficiary.
Female masturbation is one of the most beautiful phenomena in all of nature. That’s my opinion. And Ori through her generosity with herself was treating me to what I love to expeience and witness the very most — and being doused in the mists of her fountain of youth. As she fucked her eyes into the mirror, her scent filled the space around us, encompassing us both in her self-intimacy.
It is sometimes said that one’s true sexual self emerges in the solitary privacy of masturbation. Partnersex is another feeling, another kind of intimacy and another kind of orgasm. It may be amazing but is not as honest as the deeper self of solitary sex. But then there are those who want and need their masturbation to be known and understood by others. That was Ori.
She took the opportunity of being photographed to be especially honest. Once you’ve made the decision to go there, it’s easy to drop the guild, the shame and fetters of masturbation and swim in your own joy. I’ve had the privelege of being with many women masturbating and she was so extraordinarily real. She held back nothing and I think went to places she did not normally go, emboldended by my admiration, respect and sense of astonishment.
She related to the mirror closely and intimately and could not take her eyes off of her own eyes. She plunged her fingers deep into her cunt and then began licking her own pussy juice off of them…over and over…not only in front of another human being but with the intention of sharing with the world. In the picture above, she studies her eyes as she watches herself suck her fingers.
You might think it impossible that I not be sexually aroused. Really, I was amazed, but so focused on documenting her beauty that I was not thinking of myself. My emotonal body’s whole purpose was to hold a soft space for her; to not intrude on her experience as any more than a witness. She wanted to show me and she knew I wanted to see and know about her. She showed me her deep and vocalized orgasm over and over again, each time different. The room grew misty with the scent of her sweat and her cunt.
More than anything, I wanted to give her the experience of her own astounding beauty being witnessed and something essential about her being understood. As we did this, she seemed to spiral deeper into a totally private experience that she was sharing with herself in my presence. She did not acknowledge my existence for anything other than photographic arrangements, which were minimal.
I love this one the best, as it emphasizes her private experience. She can see her face and we cannot. Laying on her belly, she is watching herself orgasm. It was a once-ever privilege of watching a woman morph into pure sex in every dimension of existence. The mystery of the experience has led me to wonder whether she is not some kind of tantric diva who offers her blessings to all who are ready to receive. I offer these images to women so that you may know not only the depth of self-intimacy that you may attain but also the joy of allowing yourself to be witnessed. It will take some courage, but only at first. Once you cross the veil, you will find enormous freedom and the admiration of your witnesses who are your selflove lovers.
OK I adore this one as well, as the distance implies a solitary experience and only she can see her face. When she had finally expended and received her passion, she gradually dressed and collected herself. We embraced in a long, slow, melting hug. I buried my face in her hair and smelled her cheek drinking in her gorgeous womanhood for a momemt more. She slipped out of the room.
I stripped and sat naked and spread out in her masturbation mirror and made love to myself in the aura of rapture she had left behind. When I look at these pictures years on, I want to make love to her in any and every way. I want a long, deep drink from her cunt masturbating on my face. I want to suck her plump, motherly breasts. I want to plunge my tonuge up her sweaty asshole as she plays with her clit and fingers her thick, gorgeous pussy, nibble her delicate flesh, and feel her ass pulse around my tongue as she comes.
I want to orgasm into her existence studying her eyes and she witnesses my blissful ego death and surrender into her being.
What she offered me was something greater and more mysterious, which is permission to be known for your selflove and masturbation. And for me permission to go deeper into my mirror celibacy. I spread my legs in front of her mirror and the sweet mists of her cunty scent, admitted my thirst, and looked at my soaked tongue before watching my face and my eyes as I swallowed my semen. I want her to know that and I suspect that she did.