At 47, having just celebrated my birthday last month as a middle-aged self-employed woman, I've been focusing on a young girl named Hime, whom I've photographed as my treasured sexual outlet. She's 18, three rounds younger than me, and has only recently matured into womanhood. Her pale skin makes her pink nipples stand out—small yet delicate and beautiful. On her lower body, fine, downy pubic hair sprouts lightly, barely enough to cover her, giving off a sense of innocence. Recently, I asked a friend to record my daily interactions with Hime using a video camera. On camera, she rarely smiles, but there are close-ups of her licking her lipstick, tracing her gums, moving her tongue meticulously as if savoring every sensation. Then, slowly, she envelops the entire lip area with her mouth, taking her time to indulge thoroughly.