Showing posts with label silk stockings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silk stockings. Show all posts

Saturday, August 2, 2014

A PhotoShoot: Two Sides of the Same Coin

I recently had the pleasure of a visit from a good friend who is a fine art photographer. 
He captured a few of the essences you may not know of Joy, the seductive, sophisticated sweetheart 
and her kinkier counterpart, Miss J.F. - Mischief, to be exact.

Let's begin with Joy, a woman who adores sensuality and men, and creates a life of abundance and vibrancy that she eagerly invites her lover to enter in.



















Satins and silk stockings.

Corsets, lace, and garters.

And, of course, smiles.


Let's now draw attention to the mischief-maker, Miss J.F.,
who has the keys to unlock your deepest desires.



Perhaps your particular fetish is legs, feet, or boots.

 

Or other womanly charms


Or maybe you've been longing for a powerful woman
to surrender to completely,


She will stimulate your senses wildlly and make you breathless for her touch.


Should you get a bit fidgety, while she teases and torments you
in the most pleasurable of ways,
you'll remember she's bound to have some rope ready 
to keep you from getting away.

Of course, you wouldn't want to anyway!

What do you think?  Did the photographer capture me?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Wine, Women, and Song

I am not a wine snob, for I find beautiful, artsy labels and poetic verse draw me more than my connoisseur French lover fully appreciates.  Nevertheless, he is patient and offers me learning opportunities to hone my skills and taste fine wine....along with fine French cuisine on a fairly regular basis. 

My most recent discovery is a Pinot Noir that had the most enchanting visual of a Goddess of the Earth admiring a bouquet of flowers.  Even more beguiling to me is the verse:

She dwelled on the beauty of life.

Watching the stars, she saw herself running with them.

 

He is most likely rolling his eyes with a big grin on his face, and muttering "no, No, noo", as only Frenchmen can do.  But he adores me and finds me charming for my girlish ways and tender heart.  And he knows I'll put on that impossibly low-cut cocktail dress and the silk stockings with the seam up the back.  And he'll remember the last time we danced together.  And the last time we kissed deeply.

  He knows I dwell on the beauty of life.