Showing posts with label heels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heels. Show all posts

2012/04/19

Confidential

Yes, N., high heels in bed. Indeed. Sexy to look at, and convenient handles when needed. Besides, a girl always looks more undressed if she keeps something on.

Give it a try… and let me know if K. objects :o)

— Frenulum

2012/01/22

Wait for me

I opened the front door, stepped inside, closed it, listened. The house was quiet. Not empty-quiet, waiting-quiet. That’s an appealing, arousing, erotic sound.

I hung up my coat. Left the laptop bag in the hall. Wandered into the kitchen. There was a glass of wine on the counter. I smiled, raised it in a silent thankful toast, and sipped. Deep flavors: blackberry, chocolate, oak. I took another sip.

Quiet. She was waiting for me. Just a matter of hunting for treasure.

I found her in my study. Kneeling, eyes lowered. In heels too high to walk in, stockings, garter belt, and a ribbon around her neck. We call that ribbon a depth gauge.

Her hands were behind her head, with her fingers interlaced. I wondered how long she had been waiting. She was so still.

I took one more sip of wine, put the glass down, and unbuckled my belt.

— Frenulum

2011/07/05

Welcome home

My belovèd and I were enjoying this photo together this morning, and though I really don’t want to get picture-centered here (I am a writer after all, in some fashion), it is too marvelous not to share.
Her devotion is so clearly seen. Her face is inside him, or as close as can physically be managed. His care and appreciation are equally evident: the hand on her head is not so much forceful — though we could assume that it would be if necessary — as confident and relaxed. Stroking, admiring, loving her service, appreciative, and grateful.
I love his mirrored hands. I said this morning: I really hope he doesn’t drop the wine glass... but I kinda think he does.
Two more small points to appreciate.
One, her dress is pulled up to reveal her bottom. Is there, perhaps, a cabinet with a glass door behind her? Or a mirror? Either way, it seems evident that she knows what he loves and has arranged to present that beauty to him as best she can.
And two... I have to have those yummy heels. Um... not for me. As a gift :o)
— Frenulum

2011/07/04

Contrasts

The kitchen floor and the elegant bedroom attire.
The submissive posture and the relaxed, casually crossed ankles.
The cold, square surroundings and the warm, curvy girl.
I’m having a hard time imagining a story to go with this... but I think it’s a beautiful image.
Does it tell a story for you? Help me out. Please comment.
— Frenulum

2011/06/14

Story potential

My belovèd enjoys pictures with high story-potential as much as I do, and we were looking at this one together a little while ago. I think we ended up with about half a dozen story lines it could plausibly illustrate (some a bit easier to argue for than others).
How about using the comment link below to say what story comes to your mind?
— Frenulum

2011/05/22

Details

Although the photograph is spare, revealing little — no faces, for one thing — it presents a wealth of details to spark countless possible stories.
Please comment (you may do so anonymously) and let us know the story that bloomed in your mind.
— Frenulum

2011/05/19

Your fedora, Sir

An evocative image indeed, sent by a loyal reader and frequent correspondent.
What say you to this one? What explanation for this interesting combination of submissive exposure and utility comes to mind?

Is she, as the title of the post implies, offering a hat to a departing gentleman?
Or did he perhaps just get home, to find her waiting as his orders specified — and is using her submissively presented ass as a hat-stand just a bit of whimsy to make her smile?
Post your ideas using the comments link below, please.
— Frenulum

2011/05/16

Intimate

Another photo that for me is a story-starter. I want to know who they are; what they mean to each other; how long they have been together. Why they have chosen an outdoor café. Why she is dressed properly and he is a bit casual. Whether she is welcoming his hand higher, or pushing it away.
I want to know if they've ordered, and if they will stay to finish, or if they will throw way too much money on the table and bolt back to the hotel room... kissing madly in the elevator on the way up.
Wanting to know, for me, translates into crafting stories that might explain the image.
If it sparks something in your imagination, please comment. I have already spoken with one reader for whom it is a particularly evocative image. Tell us, please, if it is for you as well.
— Frenulum