resume
From self satisfaction, while you watched me, with big excited eyes,
to the daring object of my mirror, in that barbershop.
From a rainy night at the front door of your room in that sleazy motel where I showed you, shoes only, my naked truth, to a perfect Christmas Eve, where everything was in its right place, you felt me there and then and allowed me to come in magisterial way, head over feet, under the table, without anyone noticing.
From Christmas to New Year’s Eve in which we found each other in plural and everything got wet and I mean that in the right kind of way.
above&beyond
New Year’s Eve. Clock is ticking and tension rises.
Not because it’s almost midnight in a few hours and one has to celebrate and kiss and drink and party all night long in a perfunctory way.
No.
Tension rises because of what we have in mind.
You and me.
We are friends for life and tonight ‘partners in crime’.
We have our own dresscode and it’s called latex.
You wear red and mine’s matte black.
Two catsuits, with only one zipper that can be opened from both sides.
If you want to know how far (you can reach), think, use your imagination.
You know the answer.
mistletoe
Christmas Eve.
The most magical night of all nights. At least, in my opinion.
You’ve chosen and laid out my clothes.
I find it super sexy when a man does that for me.
You want me to wear a beautiful stylish black dress, with a split that seems to have no end.
I see a new pantyhose.
There is a hole in it. But no need to panic.
Au contraire. It is exactly in the right place, just where I want it.
Where you chose it.
Thank you for knowing me so well.
My pantyhose has an open crotch.
Perfect for a long sit at a dinner table.
hotel motel holiday inn
One day in December.
When daylight doesn’t stand a chance and the day seems to pass automatically in evening and into the darkness of the night.
The sky shows all kinds of gray and it rains.
It is the kind of rain that seems endless.
Raging rain, skyfall.
It is also the kind of rain that no make-up can withstand.
Make-up stains.
Mascara runs out.
But it doesn’t matter.
Where I go, nobody pays attention to these kind of details.
Where I go, there is an atmosphere of cheap, whorish, dark.
And tonight, all of it is on my side baby.
mirror mirror on the wall
The context in which we find ourselves does not lend itself to what we want to say.
Let alone do.
So we are silent.
And we look at each other.
Mirrored.
I see you.
please allow me to introduce myself
I want you to know me,
know what’s inside of me.
And feel how I reflect it on my body and yours.
Feel all of it.
I want to share with you my most inner fantasies.
I want to literally show you what I mean and let you experience where I can.
Visualize me.
Use you’re imagination.
Do you see me?
Can you feel me?
Picture this.
I want to dare with you.
I want to be able to be with you.
Website launch is December 1st, 2017.
My first post will be visible December 1 at 00:01. Enjoy it with me!