This image is from the latest batch of #BadHareArt photos that Craig and I collaborated on the other day, including No. 1. Slippery When Wet and No. 9. Hugs – #SoSS. The weather was warm […]
1332 words. I minced up the steep gravel driveway, already regretting the choice of footwear. The heels had seemed a good idea at the time. They complemented my black silk top, black harem pants and […]
My symbolic tattoo is strategically placed (like my hand) so I can look at it frequently to remind myself of our precious friendship, especially when anxiety about the future and fear of abandonment threatens to overwhelm me.
Awkwardly, her speech convoluted, she offers him back his agreements to the kink mentoring, the creative partnership, the path of companionship, the promise to not scare her again with being incommunicado while the depression has him on his knees, even their most precious longstanding agreement of hugs and touch.
The nervous anticipation of being led, blindfolded, by a stranger, across the cavernous warehouse space. The moment when the music enlivened my hips, replacing my timidity with playfulness, trust and mutual interaction. Being bent over the leather stool, ropes encircling my arms.