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Looking Back
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my body since I can remember caring about it. Pretty much as soon as my boobs popped up and the hair on my legs began to grow, I’ve been self-conscious about some part(s) of it, comparing myself to other girls/women and falling prey to the media expectation of what I “should” look like. Weight? Thigh gap? Cellulite? Stretch marks? Even the color of my skin. I remember being in junior high and high school and being super concerned about how pale my skin was in the summer time. My white friends would wear shorts and be somewhat tan, or at least have a smooth…
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His Hands
His hands, full of heat and healing energy, have the ability to both decrease or increase my heartbeat. Depending on the moment, they can calm me, rubbing knots out of my shoulders and backside, holding my hand, sitting on my thigh, cupped around my breast as we fall asleep. Or they can raise my pulse: roving, gripping, pulling, grabbing, holding me down, leading me, fingers entering, searching, finding just the places he knows will make me squirm and leave me in a puddle. His hands are strong, capable, less rough than they used to be, but definitely the hands of a man who has done hard work in his life…
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FPF Day 25 – Converse & Socks
“Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can conquer the world.” – Marilyn Monroe
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Presenting (Sinful Sunday & FPF #24)
“Get up on your hands and knees.” “Like this?” I inquired. As he guided the camera on its tripod, he asked me, “What would you do with your body if I asked to be ready for me?” I arched my back a bit, and leaned forward some. “No…if I were going to stick my cock into you…what would you do, how would you be…you’d push your hips into the air…” “Oh…I get it…” I leaned as far down as I could, pressing my face into the quilt, arching my back until it almost hurt, pushing my hips into the air. He guided my legs apart so that my pussy was…
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FPF Day 23 – Where the Magic Happens
I promised that the final days of this year’s February PhotoFest would include things and places that were important to me. It would be a serious fail on my part to leave out this place: my desk. I found this old “principal’s” desk at a second-hand furniture shop years ago…the same place I found my banker’s chair a few years later. I collaged the top of the desk (which took ages) and then covered it with glass. These days, the cats take up more room on my desk than anything else, so I finally gave in and just put their beds there.
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FPF Day 22 – Red Wine and Carrion
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.” ― Charles Baudelaire I’ll admit that I like more than red wine. In fact, I like gin and tonics, margaritas (on the rocks), champagne, cider, and beer. But…red wine has been a favorite, and a staple, for a long time. When I went to college (years and years ago), I was pretty much a light beer drinker. I didn’t know a lot about alcohol, other than I liked how it made me feel. A boyfriend I had in college helped me to learn about wine, and eventually,…
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FPF Day 21 – Handfuls
Before I got pregnant, I had smallish breasts (As until I gained enough weight to finally earn myself some Bs). I could easily get away with wearing no bra, even going out in public. It made wearing spaghetti straps and dresses that required no bra pretty easy, even though I was much too conservative in my style to wear such things in public then anyway. Now, 12 years after that pregnancy, I have pleasant Cs. But they do “weird” things. Depending on how warm or cold I am or how turned on, sometimes they sag a bit, and other times they are full and sit high. Regardless of their condition,…
