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SDF Straight Dominant Female

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Rescued in the Shade

Billionaire Vampire Series Book 1


Terry Anderson

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Chapter One

Alan couldn’t help but to look at himself in the bathroom mirror of the fast food joint he had just eaten in. He had heard of a party happening that night, and he hoped that it’d give him a relatively safe place to crash. To him, it was better than being on the street, and that’s the mindset he was going to stick with. Losing his job and getting kicked out of the house right after he turned eighteen, was too much. He grabbed his backpack, since it was the only thing he had now, and started digging through it.

He changed in the bathroom stall, making sure that his hair was done to perfection, even though he did really need a haircut. It’d have to do for now. There was no way that Alan wasn’t going to get into this party. He wasn’t going to let himself sleep on the street and get chased off again. There was still passion in his eyes, and he was thankful that the last place he crashed at had a shower. It was enough for now, and he’d continue a job search later.

He made sure he had handed in his job application to the fast food restaurant, and then he started to walk out with his backpack slung over his shoulder. It contrasted with his put-together look. His clothes may have had a few wrinkles, but there was no denying that they were nice. Alan didn’t have a tan. He had grown up mostly indoors, and coming from a wealthy family, he always had nice things. The tight blue jeans he had put on clung to his body, showing off his best assets and emphasizing his legs to their best advantage to get into the places he needed to go.

He shook his head as he got on the bus, shuffling his way to a seat and riding to the part of town he needed to be in. Alan looked around when he got close to the address, but there didn’t seem to be a place to stash his backpack. He couldn’t carry it in with him. In a rich neighborhood like this he knew they might kick him out if he didn’t fit the bill. He settled for stashing it behind someone’s azalea bushes, but he had to push away the fear of leaving everything he had left to his name in a spot like that.

He hoped this party would be one he could hook up with a girl at. Hell, it could even give him a place to stay at for a little more than just a night. Putting a smile on his face, he rounded the corner and he could already hear the music playing. The bass was loud, and he shook his head. Well-dressed people were hanging out just about everywhere.

Silk button up shirts and sparkling dresses with beer in their hands. It was an odd sight, but it was a party that was obviously for college students from well-off families. He knew that given his course he would have found himself at parties like this in a few months anyway. He put a smile on his face, and immediately he was let in.

It made him proud to realize that his hot looks were still able to get him in, and he was still good-looking as he did the best with what he had. There was something about the place that seemed off, though, as he walked in, but Alan just couldn’t put his finger on it. Shaking his head, he passed it off as just having been out of the scene for long enough to feel like an outsider. Alan looked around the room, trying to figure out what was different, but eventually he gave up.

When he got to the kitchen, someone shoved a drink into his hand, and without a moment’s hesitation he downed it. He wanted to get through this night as easily as possible, and Alan wasn’t going to refuse a little liquid courage that would help him with that. He grabbed another cup almost immediately before he started to scan the crowd, cocking his hip to the side so that he looked at ease and available. He let a smile curve his lips as he arched his back in just the right way to show off his solid pecs, which didn’t need much help thanks to the low-cut neckline of his T-shirt.

Alan had to find someone tonight. A few nights off the streets would do him some good, but he also knew a little stress relief under the sheets could do him some good as well. With the alcohol coursing through his system, he could already feel himself getting a little tipsy. He knew he was a lightweight, but it was a little different than usual.

The room began to spin, and the laughter seemed a little too loud. He tried to push the feeling from his head, and in the crowd, he saw a glint of red before it was gone. It left him puzzled, and he tried to turn around. He got a drink of water, and the night passed uneventfully until there was another drink in his hand. He felt like he had a little more courage as he downed it as well, but then all he could see was black and a hint of red as two strong arms came down to catch him. He could swear he heard a few muttered curse words and a growl, but his eyes wouldn’t open.

He didn’t know how long had passed until his eyes opened again, and when he opened them, Alan couldn’t help but to think that he was still dreaming. The first thing he felt was the feel of silk cradling him, and the first thing he saw was the red sheets that he had nuzzled into in his sleep. If it wasn’t for his splitting headache, he’d have thought he was dreaming. Forcing himself to sit up, he looked around the room. What he saw was a dream come true.

Chapter Two

Alan could see the sun was starting to go down through the thick curtains, and he went to look out of the window. When he got up his head started pounding more, and that’s when Alan noticed a glass of water on the nightstand with some Tylenol for his head. He took three before downing them with water, and decided to look around the room.

Alan had been laying in a four-poster bed, and it was luxurious. There was beautiful red silk adorning it, and even curtains. It looked like a bed made for a queen. The hardwood floor made his feet cold as he walked on it with bare feet, realizing that he was still dressed except for his shoes that were at the end of the bed. Someone had put him to bed, but Alan couldn’t figure out why. All he could remember was passing out, and then he woke up here. He didn’t feel any different. There was no feeling of soreness between his legs or in his throat, and it led him to believe that nothing had happened.

Alan knew that nothing had happened yet, but he still thought he should leave. Grabbing his shoes, he went to check the door only to find it locked. His panic began to rise, and the luxurious room started to look like a prison. In frustration, he threw his shoes to the floor, and tried the door again, but it wouldn’t budge. He shook his head, and tried to see if there was another way out, but when he looked out the window, all he saw was greenery and woods in the distance.

He was on the third story, and it didn’t look like he was in town anymore. The sun was sinking over the horizon, and even if he wanted to jump out, the window wouldn’t budge. A marble bathroom and closet was all that was left. Alan sat on the bed and waited, staring at the door with panic raising in his chest. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait for long.

When Erica opened the door, she saw the 18-year-old guy staring at her from the bed, and she could hear his heartbeat before the door had even opened. He was obviously scared, and Erica tried to be as nonaggressive as possible. She leaned against the wall, and smiled at him, making sure to keep her posture from being too tight.

“I see you’re awake,” she said, and Alan’s mouth nearly went dry. The woman was tall, sturdy, and she was beautiful. He couldn’t help being attracted to her, but his anger won out.

“What. The. Hell,” he said. It came out angry, and he got up, not allowing himself to just sit down. “Let me the hell out. What the hell did you do to me?” he snapped at her, and his anger was the only thing that gave him confidence. Erica only found it amusing. This guy barely came to her chest, and she just shook her head. She could see the anger, and it was attractive to say the least.

“I gave you a place to stay because it looked like you needed one. I only took off your shoes, and I saved you from the men who drugged you,” she said, shaking her head as if Alan was being ridiculous. Alan’s temper felt like ice cold water had been dumped on him, and he just was embarrassed.

“How do I know it wasn’t you who drugged me?” he said, looking the woman up and down as he tried to hide his arousal.

“You don’t, but you can leave. You’ll never see me again,” she said. “I’ll even call you a cab.” With that, Erica stepped away, waiting to see if he’d go, but she knew he was in a bad situation. Alan knew it too, and he didn’t move.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, and the appearance of surrender made Erica ache for Alan. It was arousing to see the fire leave Alan’s eyes, and she hoped she’d see him surrender in other ways soon enough.

“You have one night here. Or you can stay here permanently. As mine,” she said, and there was such certainty in her voice, but Alan shot her a puzzled look.

“Yours?” he said, trying to shake off the way the word sent a shiver through him. There was something dangerous in the woman’s voice and her stern face gave nothing away. He could feel his thighs sweating as he got excited, and he bit his lip, trying not to let it show. The woman only nodded at him, and Erica watched as he bit his lip, clenching his legs together just slightly. Many wouldn’t notice his arousal, but Erica did.

“I have enough money to provide for you. I can give you a life here, but you’ll have to agree,” she said, shaking her head before turning to leave. “You have two hours,” she said, and there was a hint of a smile in her voice. Erica walked out of the room dismissively, leaving Alan to think. When she was gone, Alan couldn’t help but to try to calm his breathing and heartbeat, unable to explain why he was so aroused, but there was no denying it.

Alan slipped out of his dirty jeans, and went to the bathroom. He didn’t know why, but he trusted that Erica would be back in two hours on the dot, and he had no idea what to do besides clean up. The marble bathtub seemed perfect for him, and the water was warm with various soaps and oils to use in it. The luxury took his breath away, and as he closed his eyes, relaxing in the water, he couldn’t deny the feeling between his legs and the way Erica made his heart pound.

His hand slipped between his legs, fondling his balls as he moaned, fixated on what Erica had said. The word “mine” echoed in his head again and again, seeming to urge him to say yes, just as his sexual frustration began to build. He started to arch into his own hand as his other hand soaped his balls in a slippery lather.

He remembered the way it felt for Erica’s arms to wrap around him before he fell into oblivion. He arched out of the water as he moaned, his cock filling his hand as he sank breathlessly back into the water, a blush staining his face. All he had now was to think about the proposition before him.

Chapter Three

Erica came back two hours later on the dot, and she didn’t bother to knock as she opened the door. If Alan agreed like she thought he would, there would be no knocking later. What she saw shocked her, and aroused her almost instantly.

The guy was sitting there on the bed with his dark hair clean and drying naturally. He had only a towel wrapped around him as he sat there on the silk sheets. Erica didn’t need to clear her throat, Alan’s bright blue eyes locked on her as soon as the door was open, and Alan knew what he had to do next.

What he wanted to do. With more confidence than he knew he had, he reached up to grab the edge of the towel and pulled. It fell off of him as he stood up, revealing his tight, young body. Erica’s breathing hitched, and Alan’s heartbeat hammered, causing Erica’s inner beast to growl and her muscles to tense.

“Yes,” Alan whispered, but Erica already knew the answer. Erica crossed the room in an instant. Her arms wrapped around Alan, and Alan wrapped his arms around her. Erica could smell his arousal, but all she could think about was Alan’s blood. She kissed his neck before grazing it with his fangs.

Alan gasped, his heartbeat racing again as a shiver ran through him. Pulling away slightly, Alan could see the red glint in her eyes again. His eyes wandered down to Erica’s mouth, and that’s when he saw the fangs. Alan couldn’t help but to shiver, because he knew exactly what he was staring at.

The word vampire was on his lips, barely more than a whisper, but Erica nodded, waiting for his response. When he didn’t move, Erica took it as a good sign, and went back to kissing his neck. Alan groaned, trying to put his fear aside as he concentrated on the way Erica’s touch sent fire into his veins. Erica moved in to kiss him again, her lips crashing down on Alan’s as Erica pushed him to the bed. Alan spread his legs for her, as Erica kissed down his chest, toward his navel and what laid down below that.

Erica’s hands encircled his wrists as he looked up at her. Alan’s legs spread as Erica laid between them. Erica let go just for a moment to unzip his pants, letting his obviously well-lubricated cock free as she rubbed it against Alan’s belly, an act the French call “frottage.” Alan’s moan was pleasure to his ears.

Alan felt her mounting him, and he groaned. As Erica lined his cock up with her cunt, her hands came back up to encircle Alan’s wrists, pulling them above his head. Alan looked up at her, fear and arousal mixing together and causing him to buck against her as she began to slide her cunt over his long, stiff cock.

Alan could hear her growl as she rode onto his cock until he was balls deep in her cunt. Erica paused for only a moment before she started to fuck him Her grip on Alan’s wrists was almost bruising as Erica went down to kiss his lips again, nipping his bottom lip. Alan gasped, feeling a drop of blood pool there as Erica licked it away, kissing down his neck and to his chest as he continued to fuck into her in their bottom-up position.

Alan felt on edge as he arched his tongue into Erica’s mouth. Her teeth grazed Alan’s nipples, causing him to gasp and moan as she sucked on them. Alan could feel Erica’s cunt pumping in and out over him, forcing him closer to the edge as he closed his eyes. His mouth was parted open, groaning as he tried to fuck back against her, pumping his cock deeper each time as he fucked up into her.

Alan could feel himself getting closer to the edge as he climbed closer to his own climax. His breathing was hitched, causing his pecs to jiggle as Erica sucked on his hardened nipples, being careful with her fangs as she held down her hunger. Thrusting hard, she pulled all the way off to tease him before bottoming out her cunt over his cock with one hard, long thrust.

Erica hit a spot on his cock that Alan didn’t even know existed as he cried out, and moaned in pleasure. With one more push, Erica milked the cum from his dick. Alan’s cock exploded as Erica sank her fangs into Alan’s pecs, growling as Alan filled her cunt with his seed, and she drank deeply of Alan’s blood.

Pain and pleasure coursed through Alan as he cried out, riding out his own orgasm as he felt Erica drawing his blood into her mouth. The pain faded to pleasure as Erica drank and Alan closed his eyes, panting before her fangs were slowly pulled out and she released Alan’s wrists. Slowly Erica looked down at the panting guy, obviously in pleasure as she leaned down to lick the holes so they’d close. Alan withdrew his still half-hard cock as she got off the bed.

Alan looked at her confused, before realizing that she wasn’t done. She hopped back on the bed, and straddled his chest, careful not to put her weight on him, Erica’s cunt lips moved to press against Alan’s lips, and he parted them, groaning slightly as he wrapped his lips around Erica’s muff. Erica groaned as Alan finished getting his tongue into her cunt and licked the tip of her clitoris. Alan could taste his own cum and Erica’s juices mixed together in Erica’s cunt, and it made him moan as his hand crept down between his own legs, arching so he could fondle his own balls.

Chapter Four

His fingers worked over his own balls as Erica started to slowly fuck into Alan’s mouth, making him suck their combined juices out of her pussy. He couldn’t help but to moan around her muff. Erica thrust into his mouth once, making Alan gag as the tip of her clit rolled over his tongue before remaining there for just a moment. Tears sprung to Alan’s eyes as Erica enjoyed the feeling of his warm, wet mouth before pulling all the way back and smearing her juices on his lips before getting off of him.

Erica stood up, running her fingers through her hair as she gained control of herself, her eyes still glinting red from having just fed. She looked at the guy with his hand between his legs, rubbing his cock even after he was just fucked to orgasm. Erica’s hand went down to stroke her own cunt as she watched him. Alan paused to look at her in confusion as he saw her stroking herself. It made his blush deepen and he adverted his eyes as he paused his fingers. A growl escaped Erica’s lips.

“Continue,” she said, and her voice brokered no arguments as Alan closed his eyes, imagining that Erica was on top of him again, fucking over his cock. He could still taste their combined juices on his tongue and feel Erica’s those juices drying on his parted lips. Rubbing his cock, he felt his sphincter clench as the cool air hit him with his legs spread wide, Erica’s juices still left their taste on his tongue.

His pec ached where Erica had bitten it, but somehow the feeling turned him on more as he arched into his own hand. Sliding two fingers down over his balls, he reached up with his other hand to rub his sore pec, massaging it as he started to jerk himself to another orgasm, his fingers reaching down to rub his scrotum as he jerked his cock, unable to feel fully satisfied after having been in the deepest reaches of Erica’s cunt.

With his fingers playing delicately over his pecs, he hit the half-closed fang holes and cried out, his cock hard as a rock between his fingers as Erica watched. With his legs still wide apart, Alan began to build to orgasm with enthusiasm. With his eyes closed he could still feel Erica’s hand encircling his wrists and Erica’s breath on his hardened nipples while he had been rutting into her like a beast, albeit from the inferior position.

Erica watched as his breathing became harder. She heard Alan’s heartbeat quicken and the sounds of his cock slapping against his hand as it jerked up and down. Alan’s lips were still parted as if waiting for Erica to lean down and kiss him, and Erica never stopped stroking her cunt with her fingers, watching her new pet play with himself.

He was so beautiful with his medium-length hair splayed out on the red silk sheets, Erica’s fang mark still adorning his chest as he arched off the bed, toes curling as he cried out in pleasure. He reached his climax and went over the edge as he rubbed his dick, riding it out before falling back down onto the bed exhausted.

“Mine,” she growled, as she stopped stroking, refusing to spill her juices on the floor instead of on him. In him. Alan heard the word as it sent a shiver through his core and he could feel his cock getting soft as the last of his orgasm faded, leaving him breathless with his knees weak. His hand stopped massaging his pecs as he opened his eyes to see Erica standing there, with a red glint in her eyes. The word echoed in his mind, as if sinking in, and Alan’s arousal began to build again. There was something about that word that sent him closer to the edge as his over-sensitive balls ached despite it.

“Yours,” he said, looking at her, and it was almost too much for Erica as she groaned, squeezing her hands harder to keep from climaxing as she looked at the beautiful young guy splayed out before her. She wanted those inviting lips and tongue all over her cunt again, and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Not that Alan would say no to her.

“Come here,” she said, glancing over Alan as he tried to sit up and obey her command, lost in his own post-orgasmic bliss, which stayed plainly written all over his face.

His knees were weak as he forced himself off the bed, but he didn’t have to stay standing for long as Erica guided him down on his knees before her. She rubbed her bush over Alan’s parted lips as he kissed the lips, knowing exactly what Erica wanted. Without any hesitation, he pushed his tongue into Erica’s cunt, tasting her juices again as he licked the tip of her clitoris, while Erica’s fingers were wrapped in Alan’s silky hair.

Erica growled as Alan teased her with his tongue, and pressed the tip of his tongue to the sensitive spot right under the tip of her clit as her grip in Alan’s hair tightened. Looking up, Alan could see the pleasure he was giving her as her muscles tensed and her hips bucked just slightly toward Alan’s mouth. He brought his hand down to Erica's thigh as his other hand went between his own legs, stroking his fingers up and down his own rod before Erica growled.

“No,” was all she said, and it caused Alan to whimper, but his hand dropped to his side as Erica yanked Alan’s head down deeper into her cunt, forcing him to take more of her clitoris. Erica liked being in control, and Alan gave her that pleasure.

Chapter Five

Erica fucked her pussy onto his mouth as Alan’s hands dropped to his sides, with Erica hitting hard against his lips with every thrust into Alan’s mouth. He groaned around her thick muff, but Erica could smell his arousal and feel his expertise as Alan continued to suck the tip of her clitoris. His mouth closed around her cunt lips as Alan gagged and whimpered. Erica pulled back just enough to let him breathe, but never enough to let him fully catch his breath as he continued to suck and gag on Erica’s cunt, drooling just a little as he quickened his pace.

“God you’re good,” Erica groaned as she used Alan’s hair to pull Alan up and down on her cunt. Alan’s tongue never stopped moving over her clit even as he gagged. Then Erica loosened her grip, letting Alan have a little more control. He continued to bob up and down, licking the tip of her clit, despite the tears that sprung to his eyes as his gag reflex wouldn’t go away.

Alan’s arousal was almost too much, and the word “no” echoed in his head. He wouldn’t disobey Erica. Pulling off, he gasped before Erica pulled him back on, taking the lead again but pushing into his mouth a little slower, making him gag a little less as Alan started to get used to doing his. Alan could feel her starting to climax deep in his throat as the salty liquid slid down. Before she was done climaxing, Erica pulled out just enough so that her juices coated Alan’s tongue, and then she reached down to plug his nose.

“Swallow.” It was all she said, but Alan didn’t hesitate after seeing the seriousness in her eyes. Alan swallowed every last drop and moaned around her bush when he was done. Erica slowly pulled away from his mouth, wiping the last strings of her juices on Alan’s lips before watching his tongue dart out to lick it away, as if by instinct. It made her smile, and Alan’s heart beating loudly was almost too much.

The animal inside of her called for Alan’s blood, and she groaned, helping Alan to his feet as he stumbled into Erica’s chest. His arms went to wrap around her and her face nuzzled in his hair before kissing his cheek, and turning his neck. She kissed the hollow of his neck before sucking on the pulse point just enough to get Alan moaning. He could feel her fangs grazing the skin all over again, and Erica couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into a real vein to drink.

The pain was sharp, but quickly faded into pleasure as something coursed through his veins as she drank from him. The more she drank the weaker Alan’s knees grew, but Erica’s strong arms held him up, and another hand worked over Alan’s cock one more time as Alan tried his best to buck into Erica’s hand. He could feel a strange pulling sensation as Erica mumbled something against his neck, but all Alan could concentrate on was the way Erica pinched, pulled and rolled his stiff rod as Alan climbed closer to orgasm.

Just as Erica’s teeth started to pull from his neck Alan came, nearly screaming in pleasure as he collapsed in Erica’s arms, dizzy and not quite sure from what. Erica picked him up, and carried him back into the marble bathroom where Alan had decided his fate before laying his naked body against the cold marble. Turning the water on to fill, Erica smiled as hot water washed over him.

“Mine,” she whispered again, stroking his hair and going down to lick the bite mark so it would close, sending another shiver through Alan’s spine. He looked up at Erica, unable to find the words to speak, but Alan nodded. He could see the red fading from Erica’s eyes as she was sated. As the water finished filling, Erica reached up to turn it off, sitting with him beside the tub.

“What’s your name?” she asked, and for a moment the question floored Alan. He racked his brain for the answer before laughing. The woman just bit him, fucked him, and so much more, and yet she didn’t know his name. He didn’t know her name either. It was almost enough to make him mad, but in his state, it just didn’t seem to matter.

“Alan.” he said softly, and Erica grinned at that, as if she liked it. Reaching down to tweak his nipple, she smiled at the moan that escaped his lips.

“Well, Alan, rest up.” Erica said before getting up to leave the bathroom. Just as she was about to turn around and close the door, Alan spoke.

“Wait!” he said almost in a panic as he looked at her. Erica paused, just barely turning around before arching a delicate eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

What’s your name?” he asked hesitantly, and it caused Erica to chuckle, shaking her head ever so slightly, as if it never occurred to her that Alan would ask her the same question.

“Erica, Darling, but you can call me Master,” she said, emphasizing it before slipping out the door. Alan rolled the thought over in his mind as he relaxed in the tub, feeling safe and satisfied for the first time since he got kicked out of his parents’ home. He didn’t know if what he did was smart or even safe, but what he did know is that he wouldn’t change a thing if he could. The ache between his legs and the smile on his face told him that. He relaxed before toweling off and crawling into bed, dreaming of red eyes and strong arms

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Terry Anderson is a modern person, very private, who identifies as a male but is pretty much pansexual. Terry rides a small motorcycle, and drives a compact pickup truck, gardens, does home repairs and vehicle repairs, and is looking into going solar. Terry was educated at a well-known private school, and dropped out of college because he just couldn’t get into it. Terry has been writing for small publications and websites for about a decade, and has recently decided to write erotica. There will be revisions of these same story lines for those who prefer other casts of characters, such as straight with a dominant female, and perhaps straight with a dominant male, and there will likely be lesbian versions as well, all somewhere hopefully within the next year.



John Waaser was the perfect person to write this book. As a student, both at Mount Hermon School for Boys and at Northeastern University, where he studied Mechanical Engineering, he was elected Vice-President of the camera club for two years running, four years total, where his principal duties consisted of coming up with the topic for each meeting, and securing the educational material for that topic from top companies such as Eastman Kodak and Ansco. It also fell to him to find someone to proctor the discussion, which about half of the time, he did himself. He later became a freelance photojournalist, and for two decades, he principally photographed motorcycle races, and other motorsports-related activities, including an occasional road test and other features. As a journalist, he showed an ability to take a highly technical subject and break it down so that ordinary people without a technical background could understand it. He took any number of portraits of up-and-coming racers as well. He did a few portfolios for models, and he photographed a few weddings. He spent about a year as assistant editor of a biweekly tabloid newspaper, where he wrote copy, took photos, set advertising, and laid out the pages. He owned Adpho Graphics, a photo studio and advertising agency, in the early 1970s. His personal hobby has long been night-time available light photography outdoors, where he frequently hand-held exposures of up to 30 seconds. He had his own photo lab at one point, where he processed film and prints including both black-and-white, and color negatives, and color transparencies (slides) as well. He constructed a film dryer and an enlarger stand with variable height easel shelf, and published articles and photos of their construction in “Popular Photography” Magazine. For several years, he was listed on the masthead of “Cycle World” Magazine as their Eastern US Contributing Editor. He has owned a computer store, and has owned digital cameras since they had VGA resolution or less. He now owns an Olympus E-PL1 camera with two lenses, and carries several phones and/or tablets at all times. He also taught an adult education second-year photography course at a local community college for two semesters, while one of their regular professors was on a sabbatical.

Chap one General Discussion

I felt it important to discuss composition before even telling you how to operate your camera. For one thing, the owner’s manual for the camera has more specific information in that regard, and you should consult that and practice using the camera until you are quite used to the functions of that particular camera. But the biggest reason why I thought composition was the most important first lesson, is that a technically perfect photo that lacks good composition is of no interest to anyone. I have sold photos for good money, that were lacking in technical perfection. I once sent a 120 roll-film transparency to “Cycle” Magazine, without magnifying it to see if it was perfectly sharp. They loved that photo, and ran it as a full-page inside color photo. When I saw it in the magazine, I was shocked. It was blurred very badly, possibly due to focus, maybe camera shake, or a combination of factors. I was absolutely ashamed to see that photo in print, yet they probably gave me about $300 for it (they paid ASMP—American Society of Magazine Photographers—rates, which were quite high, much higher than I was used to getting.) I questioned why that photo was run as a full-page photo, and they said that they loved the fact that three riders going around a tight 180-degree downhill curve at Bryar Motorsports Park in Loudon, New Hampshire, looking like they were stacked one on top of another, was unusual, and they just loved the photo, and thought it was deserving of full-page status in spite of its technical faults. There could be all kinds of reasons for technical problems, but when a shot is one-of-a-kind in terms of composition, and all of the elements come together perfectly, technical perfection is not an issue. People will love it. That is why composition is the first lesson in this photography course.

And composition covers any number of areas. The subject and how it is posed, is one big one, but the foreground and background, the lighting, and the color balance all enter into it. What leads the eye to the subject? What separates the subject from the background and the foreground? Is the lighting good? Is the subject at the best angle? Do shadows, or blocked up highlights, detract from the overall view of the subject? Is there a bunch of unimportant flotsam and jetsam around the subject to detract from it? The perfect photo must be carefully staged. A few small things might not detract too much, even though some will notice them. Case in point: the cover photo of this book. I should have stepped a little to the right, to center the sun into the dip in the tree line at that point. I did not notice that in the screen on the back of the camera while shooting, but I sure did notice it in the finished picture, when I blew it up. But that’s not a really major problem, and I was able to select the sun color to brush over the few twigs that were in front of the sun, and you would never know that they were there. I used a free app (well, I paid for the pro version, but you can certainly start with the free one) on my Android tablet to do that. The app I used was Photo Suite by Mobi Systems, who also make OfficeSuite and File Commander, both of which I have loaded in all of my Android devices. And I cropped the picture (using the tools in Microsoft Publisher, a free download when you run Office 365), and made some other changes that brought the sun to the center of the photo, even though the subject should ideally be one-third of the distance from the two closest edges for a balanced image. But I was more concerned with the cloud formation at the top, and I wanted it to frame the photograph, coming down the sides the same amount on either side. So I lived with the sun in the center. These are choices you sometimes have to make. I had dozens of photos of that sunset, and this was the most appealing one, to me. So I went with it, and lived with the minor faults that existed or that I created, in cropping it. It’s also closer to the bottom than one-third up, but it’s close enough, and I wanted enough dark cloud up at the top to permit me to use white lettering. I had plenty of dark area at the bottom. I still have had numerous comments about how much people liked the photo on the cover. I have noticed that when shooting sunsets, where you point the camera is important, in determining the exposure. Your camera will have a way to set the exposure from the meter, to give you the best image, and then move the camera to get more foreground or background into the image. Usually this involves simply holding the shutter release partway down, short of actually tripping the shutter.

Composition is composed of many areas of concern. There is the position of the subject, the position within the photo itself; whether the subject is leading you to something else within the photo, or to someplace outside of the photo; lighting; shadows; color values; and a number of other things, which we will go into shortly. The more technical ends of photography will be saved for future books in the series.

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