There are always signs

“I miss him.” “I wish we could have worked things out.” “I don’t know what went wrong.” “We were so good together.” “I want a relationship like that again.” “I want to be with him again.” “I miss him.” Why do we constantly look back at relationships and want...

Where is my muse?

It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to sit down and write. Not for lack of time. Nor for lack of ideas. But for lack of… something. Somewhere between that first post and now I lost my way with words. I lost the muse. That not quite...

Feeling Pretty

I posted this photo to Twitter on Sunday saying simply, “feeling pretty.” And I did. I felt so pretty and confident and capable, and loved. I don’t often feel either of those things. So why did I feel this way now? My friend G had been over. Friend. I guess...

His Hand

His hand on my breast. I love the way it makes me feel. Desired. Protected. Owned. I love the way it looks. The contrast of his strong dark hand against my soft and very pale breast. Sometimes there is no grabbing, just entwined comfort as we lounge on a Sunday...

Blue Haze

Beneath the deep blue haze Pain brings me back to life …   You can see all of this week’s Sinful photos by clicking the link below.