I've always enjoyed a shoot on a staircase. The urgency of coming home from a night out with Patrice, kissing at the front door as you fumble for the keys, hands climbing up the back of her black cocktail dress and pulling her ass closer into you as you kiss. Stumbling into the house, and pushing the door closed, you both pull off your clothes, the heat is on and it's turned up to maximum - there is no way you can wait for the bedroom, as she stripped, erect, lying back on the stairs and you can step up and be the man you were meant to be.
