Grounds for divorce/ for Roxanne

[MarquisMD]

I"ll look up the case #. I know Roxanne from another board. Well actually, I never met her or communicted with her, but she wrote her stories on another board. She mentioned about how one should not have her pictures placed on the internet, and how well she is guarding the one's her late husband took. This one didn't guard her pictures. Good for us, I guess.

[nothere]

Ms Marshall is putting a new spin on revenge photos. No doubt her attorney worked the
emotional bully / innocent victim angle. However, she does appear to enjoy the sessions.
I would guess that there are additional issues that caused the divorce action.

[MarquisMD]

more beach pictures

[MarquisMD]

And more of this beauty

[MarquisMD]

And the rest

[Alex]

Please be careful not to personal information about someone. For example their real name or how to contact them.

As the forum rules state:

15. You may not post personal information about someone for the purpose of encouraging harrassment.

Thanks,

[mrbilljax]

Originally Posted by MarquisMD

And the rest

Please post more! I can't get enough of this woman.

[MarquisMD]

There is bound to be more out there, but that's all I have of her.

[Roxanne]

Originally Posted by MarquisMD

I"ll look up the case #. I know Roxanne from another board. Well actually, I never met her or communicted with her, but she wrote her stories on another board. She mentioned about how one should not have her pictures placed on the internet, and how well she is guarding the one's her late husband took. This one didn't guard her pictures. Good for us, I guess.

I wrote what follows six years ago, when the subject of why I wouldn't honor my husband and give him copies of my nude photos came up on an adult forum we both read. I've made some minor updates and edits to it. It is, of course, copyrighted material, posted here at One Click Chicks Forum, by the copyright owner, as described below:

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Copyright 1999, 2005 © by Roxanne L. Green. All rights reserved. Personal copy is ok. Reposting or Internet Archiving prohibited Posted by the author and copyright owner to One Click Chicks Forum on March 13, 2005.

I was photographed nude. It happened after my first husband and I broke up, but before the divorce. I went through a rather wild period, when I wanted to prove I was still physically desirable.

My father has a darkroom. I've developed some film, but I'm not too good at it. I've never done well working in color, but I'm OK with black and white. A friend was a photographer on the school paper. Knowing dad would be out of town, and the house empty, I asked him over to "play tennis."

It was a hot fall Saturday. I asked him to take some photographs of me with my camera. He agreed. The first few shots were posed tennis action shots, me in my tennis outfit, serving or playing a ball off the backboard. I unbuttoned my shirt. He kept taking action shots with my open shirt and bra. During the shots, my blouse kept coming off of one arm; I took it all the way off. He suggested I remove my bra. I did, but put my shirt back on; he kept taking tennis pictures. Later I found out he snuck a couple shots of me topless then. I wasn't sure how far I was willing to go; I would've refused to do a full topless shot then, but these shots, presumably taken without his using the viewfinder, were unposed and unselfconscious.

It was time to change film. I had several rolls, just in case. He wanted to get frisky, but I just wanted some "good film." I doubt he believed me, but he changed film and we went to the lawn. He took peek-a-boo shots, just part of a breast exposed, and some shots of my back, with me taking off or putting on my blouse. I took off my tennis shorts at this point, and kept posing with the open blouse and sturdy white cotton panties. He suggested shots of me running towards him, with my blouse blowing away from me. I thought those were the first nipple shots. They weren't very good.

We went to the pool. I tied my open blouse at the waist. He got me coming out of the pool, my blouse plastered to my chest, virtually transparent. He convinced me to remove my blouse for the camera. I was on the steps of the pool, and didn't realize how see-through my wet panties were. He took a half dozen shots of me taking off my dripping blouse.

Reclining shots in a chaise lounge came next, some of them with me coyly pretending to slide one side of my panties down, or pulling them down in the back to reveal just the hint of the other kind of cleavage.

When we got to the last roll, he tried to get me to do some total nudity. I refused. He convinced me to let him take some outdoor shower shots, promising the moving water would hide me. He lied about the water. There are no full frontal unobstructed nudes, but each part of me is exposed in the collected photos. The best shots are of me all soaped up, and of me wrapping myself in a big towel.

After I dressed, I went in the darkroom with him while he developed the film. It took longer than I thought it would, because there was a lot of film. While the negatives and the contact sheets dried, I fixed dinner. After dinner, I had him make a set of prints and a few enlargements. We left them to dry in the locked darkroom, and he spent the night; I let him get a little frisky after all.

The next morning he wanted to make copies for his portfolio. No way! (I noticed a page of contact sheets missing the next day. The black and white shots were small, and the images weren't fixed. Contacts are never clear; they would've faded some by the time he could get copies. If I ran for Governor someday, I wouldn't worry about the missing contact sheet.)

The prints and negatives are in my safe deposit box. Nobody has seen them since but me. Nobody ever will. I'm 32. I think I'm better looking than I was 10 years ago. The baby fat, and the residue from the freshman 15 are gone; I'm more a woman and less a girl than in the pictures. Sometimes I dream about posing again, but I know I never will. It was a one time wild thing, and I'm glad nobody will ever see them.

The photographer lives in L.A. He's had nudes published in second rate men's magazines. Several years ago, he wanted to take test shots of me for Playboy's 35th (?) anniversary issue. I doubt I'd qualify, but that is not why I declined.

The pictures were taken because I wanted them taken. I wanted to remember me then. They weren't for public or semi-public consumption. I figured maybe I'd show them to my grandkids fifty or sixty years down the road, so they'd know what a looker grannie was, but Stan's illness and his treatment pretty much foreclosed on the possibility of my ever having grandchildren. I'm still young enough to have children, but I'm not sure I want to be sending them off to the senior prom when I'm pushing sixty.

The best example I can give you is to compare this with a movie some twenty or twenty-five years ago. An English actress named Jacquiline Bissett was in a movie called The Deep. She appeared topless in the movie. When the movie posters came out, they featured a wet t-shirt shot from the movie. That shirt was plastered to her body, and you could see every pucker and bump around her nipples, and even see the color of her nipples through her shirt.

She sued, to stop the use of the poster, even though it came from the movie. Her argument was that the nudity in the movie was intended to be brief, transitory, and an integral part of the film. By making a sexy poster out of the film, it became something to put on a wall, to fantasize over, and maybe even for boys to masturbate over.

Needless to say, her high minded moral argument lost. The poster circulated, and for awhile, it was a collector's item. I won't let my photos outa my sight because I don't want them to be jerk-off material. There is no such thing as a nude photo only seen by one person. If I had shared them with my boyfriend, chances are they would have circulated, and been copied. Some of you would probably even know what my real name is. I went through a few semi-special boyfriends from then to now. Not all those relationships ended without rancor.

If boys want to jerk off to my pictures, the best nude photos of me for that are in their minds. Those are far more explicit shots.

I made the decision not to let anyone see them before I got married. But the decision is immutable.

I did make a promise to my husband, who wanted to see them before he died. I told him during his lifetime, he would have to make do with the real thing, but he could have them for all eternity. I promised to put the entire set in an envelope, and personally put that envelope in his hands, personally close his coffin, and watch them run it into the crematorium and toast him. By the time you read this, Stan will have been dead for one year. I kept my promise to him. He has the photos with him. Tomorrow I scatter his ashes at sea.

Roxanne

[jjanda_2000]

- I thought we couldn't post copyrighted material here.