photography ~Femme Fatale


‘Femme Fatale’ Self-portrait

Enjoy! 😉

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52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 17


“My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.” Self-Portrait

The theme for this weeks photo is ‘Mirrored’.

I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days now. I love getting lost in thought. I do that often. Close my eyes and daydream, remembering moments, and fantasizing about new ones. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

I’ve gotta say, it’s difficult trying to keep a straight face when my husband is groping my boobs and trying to make me laugh. That….and having a boner resting against my back side. It happens. The things I have to suffer through for my art. No, no… don’t feel bad for me, I asked for it…over and over again. 😀


I love going through the photos after I take them and finding stuff like this. lol

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52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 13


The Keyhole ~ (Self-Portrait)

At the beginning of the year I decided to take on a photo project for 2016. It’s 52 weeks of photos, that’s one image per week….in case you’re bad with math.  The group I’m a part of supplies the ‘theme’ for every week,  each photographer can interpret it however they see fit. This weeks theme is ‘Focal Point’.

I’d like to say that I took this self-portrait through the actual keyhole, I can’t though. I didn’t have enough room, also… I was too lazy, and too impatient to come up with a backup plan to make it work. Truth! I’m lazy, and all for shortcuts. So this is two shots that I took and merged together in Photoshop.  I think what I love most about this shot and idea is that I didn’t have to clean any part of my room to take it. You can’t see the unmade bed, the clothes I just took off bunched up behind me,  piles of laundry, kids toys etc. Don’t you love how I can take a sexy photo and ruin it with the truth? lol

You can check out all of my photography on Flickr, including all the images for this project as well as other images I took just because I felt like it.

I’m happy to say that I did complete my 52 week project for 2015. Unfortunately, I didn’t keep up with posting them all here on the blog.  Unlike how this year will be, those were all self-portraits. If you want to check those images out, you can see them all in this Flickr album.

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poetry ~ Nirvana ~


My body has many different curves
each one ready
to be served

But take your time
explore every nook
there is usually one that’s overlooked

It’s that pocket of space
just above my thighs
to come inside

The perfect place
to lay down a kiss
a gap
complete pure bliss

Do you think you can handle the thrill?
because it has been calling
for you to come fill

poetry ~ Delicious – An Erotic Treat ~


I was hungry for your touch

I begged you for it……”please”

With your hands beneath my dress

You fed my every need


A sudden loss of breath

The air escaped my lungs

You pressed your fingers in my mouth

and placed them on my tongue


“Lick,” you whispered in my ear

“See how sweet you taste?”

You grabbed my hair…..kissed my neck

Your beard against my face


Slowly pulling at my hem

You fell onto your knees

I knew without a question

You were hungry just like me


Of all the different dishes

and the spices that were savored

I think you would agree with me

We both enjoyed the flavors




poetry “Spank Me”

Spank Me

I do it because he enjoys it

when I’ve done something bad

But I’m not going to lie

I love it when I make him mad

From the way he makes me crawl over

and lay across his lap

To the way he makes me count out

every single stinging slap

He likes to linger and wait

and as my fear just starts to pass

without warning

his hand quickly lifts

and spanks against my ass

Beneath each painful bite

I wipe the tears from my smokey eyes

And then I smile

just to myself

as his cock begins to rise

Once I’ve learned all the lessons taught

and he’s had his share of fun

Rounding out his punishment

he says I’m not allowed to cum

But I can’t help to be turned on

when he fucks me like his whore


worse thing that could happen

is I’d just get punished more

poetry “~Suck~ A Simple Word”


Such a simple word with its one syllable sound

The way it lingers on your tongue before you utter its note

To the whispered breath you use to pronounce it

A hush vibrates as it pours from your lips

and in a hiss it brushes my ear

As your finger passes my kiss and I take it in

Slowly sucking

I pull deeper and push out

offering slight licks

Not knowing what you plan

The look in your eyes ‘hungry’

while I gently nip

Leaves me to wonder

where you will place its wet tip

Will you trace it along my neck?

Maybe play it along each breast

I can only imagine what you will offer me next

Perhaps you’ll circle around my waist

Eventually fall between my legs

Every image

Every thought

Has me on edge

Provoked by its simple one syllable sound

~ Suck ~

poetry “The Dachshund and The Sphynx ~ A Bedtime Story ~”


Now settle down boys

And hop up on the bed

A new bedtime story

It’s one I haven’t read

Calm down

Calm down

It’s one you’ll like, I think

It’s a story about friendship

called The Dachshund and The Sphynx

The Dachshund could remember

The day that they had met

Surprised that little kitty

Had never once been pet

He saw that she was hiding

And called her out to play

“Here kitty kitty”

Here kitty kitty

Please don’t be afraid”

A new friend, she thought

So she began to purr

But little puppy couldn’t believe

This kitty had no fur

Little puppy wondered

What happened to her clothes

And when he went to greet her

She kissed his big round nose

Little puppy asked her

“Do you have a name?”

But little kitty didn’t

She felt a bit ashamed

So puppy tried to cheer her up

and said, “how bout a game?”

Puppy knew that she was shy

And a little meek

But boy, oh boy

How her ears perked

While playing hide and seek

The puppy was a frisky boy

He barked and acted tough

Poking poor little kitty

He liked to play so rough

But as their friendship grew and grew

The longer they would play

They’d meet up in the barn at night

And frolic in the hay

One day while both were playing

And wrestling all about

Little kitty kicked her bowl

And made the milk spill out

“Naughty kitty!

Naughty kitty!”

Little puppy growled

Little kitty

Showed her claws

“Meow meow meow”

Little puppy liked the sound

Of little kitty’s mew

So he kicked his paw real hard

And emptied his bowl too

Now Willy dog the Dachshund

Had a gift for kitty Sphynx

So like his favorite flower

He named her Petal Pink

The two became inseparable

Joined just at the hip

Promised when each bowl was full

They’d always share a sip

Now Storytime is over boys

Let me tuck you in real tight

Since you’ve been so good for me

Your kitty can spend the night

Remember boys, like any kitty

with or without fur

Pet her hard and pet her good

To make her purr, purr, purr

poetry “She and I”


I noticed her before I even ordered my drink

I was surprised to be attracted to a woman

Something new

It was food for thought

It made me stop and think

She wasn’t your typical image of a man’s fantasy

Not in my opinion at least

She was brunette, with dark eyes

An exotic dish

A tasty vision

Plated beautifully

Like a gourmet chef’s wish

However, she didn’t smell like cherry ChapStick

Like I had come to expect

If the word ‘crave’ had an aroma

It would be that she wore

Her scent had that kind of effect

There was something sexy as hell

About the way she dipped her finger in the glass

And rimmed the edge, making it wet

That when she asked, “have you ever been with a woman?”

Instead of saying no

I whispered, “not yet”

She had that look about her


Her eyes read, “tell me more”

It was a look that said she’d done this many, many times before

It was turning me on

Just the idea of it

At the notion

Her words were like smooth warm liqueur

And I was getting drunk

Off her witchcraft spun potion

There was a darkness in her eyes

It’s a little hard to describe

But it made me feel like whatever she was offering

I wanted to subscribe

Her hand moved over to my leg

Softly stroking beneath the hem of my dress

She had a dirty mouth and spoke words like, “I want you to beg”

This was new to me

And she was being a tease

Her grip was getting stronger

Grabbing at me

Letting up

Then offering a squeeze

When her arm came up to my back

She stroked the length of my hair

The touch sent shivers throughout my body

I could feel pleasurable chills just about everywhere

Her kiss came as a surprise

I admit, I was a little shocked

I could taste her drink on my mouth

My hesitation made her laugh

But I didn’t mind so much, being mocked

I was aroused more than I thought I could be

Her lips were full and sweet


Like delicious, juicy candy

She took my lip in her mouth when she came back around

Our tongues were licking and touching

A preview if you will

Of what I knew would go down

She was rough and used force

A woman that had no doubts

She was sure of herself and took what she wanted

I was too weak to resist

I wanted in

Not out

When we finally reached the hotel

She stripped me down bare

Not with the grace of a lady

Not delicate and sweet

But with a ferocious fury like fire burning without care

What a sexy sight before me when she took off her clothes

No hints of modesty or shyness

She didn’t hesitate once when she buried her nose

She was a woman


A giver

A giver in dreams

My deepest fantasy

Dark desire

Or so it seemed

I close my eyes each night

Hoping that one day she will return

It’s been a year since that dream

And my ache still burns

poetry “Self-Serving”

self serve

Warm…..above duvet…..body so bare

Windows glass panes…..a heavy suns glare


Awoken from quite a delectable dream

Abruptly… warning…..sights unseen

A burning desire…..for release of steam


I gracefully sweep my hand

Across my rosey pink cheek

Open my eyes…..squinting

A brief moment…..a peek


Trailing my fingers along pouty full lips


Their manicured tips


Casting a sweet devilish grin


Familiar indulgence of sin


Drawing a path along my neck and collar

Like a lesson plan laid

Between Art teacher and scholar


My hands glide methodically to rising chest

Masculine visions of you

While caressing each breast


Slowly circling each petite peak

Kneading…..touching…..their round firm physique


A responsive demeanor

A touch…..just right

Pulling ever so softly

Till taut…..and tight


Falling downhill…..I travel…..head south

Quenching a thirst

Moistening…..ending the drought


Slowly skimming contours along my hips

In anticipation they rise

A standing ovation…..the perfect script


Like an architect’s sketch

Spine curved…..perfect arch

Legs…..bent at knee

As if ready to march


Signs of want…..unwavering

No urge to resist

Conscious desires

A pure ache exist


Light touches…..chill my inner thighs

Tingling sensations…..opening wide

Inviting myself… delve inside


Mind…..body…..thoughts align

Sinful images…..fluttering by

A Watchful eye…can be so divine


Matching…..a tempo

Keeping with pace

To the beat of my heart

From the expression on your face


Turned up lip…..from across the bed

Smiling… wink

Imploring to spread


Observing…..encouraging…..without a touch

to trace…..enter…..grab…..clutch


Directing me… if a Broadway play

I teasingly audition

No words to read…..or say


A private viewing

Your seat…..front row

Personal…..sensual…erotic show


Certainly not by luck…..or happenstance


Offering…..lovers dance


Rhythm…..faster…..pulsating beats

Biting down…..squeezing knees

Brought to edge…..clenching sheets

Gasping for oxygen

Lungs…..need of air

Intake of breath…..inhaling

None to spare


Holding…..reserving…..keeping it in

The finish line…..soon victory

Show……..and win


Moist eyes…..a tear

Taking no more

A whimper escapes…..then a slight roar


Trembling…..sated…..a little frail

Remembering how good it is

To finally…..exhale

poetry “My Masters Hands”


The drumming of the burning beast
Pounding against my chest

Bu Bump

Anticipating all those things
………That only you do best

Bu Bump

Your intense teasing

Sure warrants my heavy, heavy breathing

………The heaving of my breast

Bu Bump

Your fingertips trail everywhere

Taking their sweet, sweet time
…..Along my hips and down my spine

Bu Bump

Ohhhh…how they like to play
……Opening me
For your display

Bu Bump

For I love the way your hand does splay

Bu Bump

The stinging flame of your leather belt

….The way you caress
And Sooth each welt

The pleasure
The pain
That you have dealt

Ecstasy ,yes ecstasy

Is all I felt

Bu Bump

The drumming of the burning beast

Needs to be released

Consume me
Un-cage me

Take me as your feast

Bu Bump