Sinful Sunday: Voyeurism

Do you like to watch? Could you look away, or keep walking, after rounding the corner at the base of the stairs and spotting them there? Her dress already cast aside, now, and bracing herself against the railing in response to his hungry mouth on her neck. Would you stay to watch? Or do you… Continue reading Sinful Sunday: Voyeurism

Get Ripped

So, this was a new sensation… A few weeks ago, while shooting Sidetracked and other photos, I noticed that my favorite black stockings had become torn beyond repair. “Damn, I guess I’ll be throwing them away when we’re done with these shots,” I pouted to Holden. His reply was unexpected: “No, hang onto them for now. I… Continue reading Get Ripped

The Coat Room

My POV in the spare bedroom, while reclined atop a pile of coats and scarves and gloves that were shed by our party guests upon their arrival. I lost a shoe in pursuit of the quickie, but soon found perfect places for both of my feet. The festive music and animated conversation downstairs served to drown out the… Continue reading The Coat Room

Uncovered

With the blanket cast aside, I immediately long for its warmth. I am guided by strong hands onto the corner cushion — this is why corner-group sofas were designed  — and make myself comfortable. His lips meet mine, and then my neck, my breastbone, my navel, and destinations south. He is tender, but direct. I… Continue reading Uncovered