Weekends are for ….SHOPPING.
I received a Victoria Secret gift ecard last week from an admirer of my cleavage, photos and stories.
I went to the mall to select my new bra. The Victoria Secret Perfect Coverage Bra.
Most of you know I edit the hell out of my photos. WHY?! Because I’m filled with self-image and self-hate issues. That isn’t a plea for anyone to debate or to attempt to make me feel better. Not my intention, it’s one of my character defects that I work on daily.
I took the following photo to share with my admirer via Sinful Sunday, but I felt old & fat. (OH Yeah?! Stop complaining and do something about it. I know, I hear that in my head).
I always show my beloved the photos before I use them and ask for his opinion. I sent him the edited version first then the original. [BELOW] This photo he didn’t understand the editing.
He went on to say he wasn’t sure of my point, then I sent him the original. Now mind you, I hate how I look in it. We know our flaws, I don’t need him to point them out, but I wanted him to see the difference in the photos. After looking at them both he says “the original is not flattering to you at all. Your belly is too big and it looks like the bra doesn’t fit.”
I’m not upset, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. That’s what I’d seen as well, being insecure I asked Mr. Sam for his opinion. This is what he said “I think it’s hotter than the edited one. Shows your boobs, skin color, and your stomach don’t look fat but when you look your eyes go straight to boobs (as you want) then follow your stomach to wonder what’s below.”
Mr. Sam is the reason I am sharing this photo, also because I need to continue stepping outside my comfort zone. I would rather have the photo edited. The photo does make my belly look big, because it is! Sorry, Mr. Sam you’re blinded by lust!
My admirer enjoyed my previous photos and I hope he continues to enjoy my edited & unedited photos. They are for him to enjoy. I truly am grateful for the few admirers, efriends and followers that I have. Thank You, Mr. T for my beautiful, new blue VS bra!!!
Sometimes, you see something that makes you laugh.
Sometimes you have a camera nearby to take a photo so that you can capture that one moment in time. Making a memory, saving a memory. Here is one of those moments.
After Mr. Sam and I arrived back from the store. We went upstairs to his room to hide away from the world for the day. I enjoyed getting him worked up, watching him watch me. I couldn’t control my desire to feel him in my mouth, to taste him.
I normally finish to the last drop but Mr. Sam has been without for a very long time. I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. I will be writing the story that leads up to this photo. I’m sure you wanna hear all about it.
The story is titled “My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow”
I haven’t posted anything in what feels like days, weeks and months. Why is that? I have been involved with Mr.Sam. We are remaining friends with a strong & dangerous sexual attraction.
We’ve gone over the boundaries of our friendship. Dealing with the bar life gossip. Going to doctor’s appointments, being unwell for a day or so. The craziest part of this past week was when I heard that Charlie returned from camp and doesn’t have to go to “college.” Now I’m sure that I will be seeing him sooner than I want to, especially with Mr. Sam.
Just distracted this week….but I made time to dream….
Friday December 30, 2017 I had an emotional melt down. A day of feeling only sadness. It was the same day I took the Cat Woman photos.
I took those first, I started to feel the emotions build up inside and I thought I’m going to go with it.
I didn’t want to use the Nikon, so I used my iPhone. I held the smartphone as the tears started to flow down my face.
What kind of shocked me is how much I liked how they came out. I shared this with some of my friends, who had invited me to a New Year’s Eve party. I told them, “I’m not attending I’m just not feeling it. They said “you look so sad in those photos.” Good. Because that was what I was going for.
Mr. Sam said “Looking at them makes me sad, but I can’t stop looking at them.” Mr. Sam came up with the titles for these photos.
I have since snapped myself out of that 24 hr meltdown. I am back to my sarcastic and slutty habits.
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