Built from experience. Designed for practice
I’m always in awe of photographers. You know the ones who can make any lansdscape look like a secret haven, or show the feeling in the room instead of just the people. I take a lot of photographs, but I have yet to learn the skills to become this proficient.
We edit so much in our lives. As sex bloggers, we're encourage to be real.
Burlesque dancers were the front-men (front-women?) of performances that were quick-witted, sexually suggestive and risque in nature. The skimpy costumes were just an added bonus.
I love lace. I love the feel on my body, the way it makes me feel sexier, just sliding it over my skin. I love how it looks, giving me a feminine edge but loads of sex appeal. Just thinking about wearing it makes me feel more womanly, pliable, and sensual.
“I feel great, Sir”, I reply. “And I will be eating, just not dinner.” Lowering myself to my knees, I crawl under the table until I am kneeling between his feet. I slide my hands up his legs, stopping at the fly of his pants, looking up at him through my lashes.
Role play is an area we don't navigate much, so it was fun to try something new.
We’re currently living in a strange time. One where the love and support of our neighbours and friends have become a threat and keeping to ourselves is the cure. As a race, we are not designed to be isolated, confined, separated.
Some days you need a hug, on the butt, with a paddle.
We all have dreams. We dream of having it all figured out, leaving the world a little better when we leave than it was when we found it. We dream of rising to the challenge and becoming who we aspire to be.
The Worst of a Good Situation I am an overthinker, 100%. About everything. I have this theory that by thinking something through, even when it’s been thought and re-thought and revised and thought about again, the thinking will make it…