I look at the calendar. The lack of W’s seems to indicate yet another game loss for you. And we don’t have anything planned for the day so it seems like a perfect opportunity to give you a chance. I like you being the underdog but it might be fun to let you think I’ll make it easier this time.
It’s so nice when the temperatures finally get up there and the pool is passable. And getting Charmer to consider skinny dipping? Just an added benefit…
It’s the beginning of a long weekend here at the Snake house so lace seems the appropriate attire….
Photo courtesy of submiss34f
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Sometimes, it’s about doing absolutely nothing. Just relaxing.
Today’s boobday is a shot about, well, boobs. We’ve said it before, I’m sure we’ll say it again. What else can you say on this most auspicious of days of the week?
It’s like standing in a stadium, all the seats empty and someone whispering over the loudspeaker – I can almost make out the word, but not quite. I have to really concentrate. Force myself out of my current thoughts and sensations.
Just a quick early morning sunshine-y shot this morning. Have to mix things up a bit!
What is it about the combination of leather and zippers? I’ve always felt like it was sort of a mix of mechanical and, well, leather. The switch up between metal and leather is just awesome!
A nightly bath is one of my favorite things–and I think the pictures from them are at the top of Snake’s list too…
The storm blowing through is one of those that the rain isn’t constant, the wind is gusty but not obnoxious and the smells of the storm are almost as “loud” as the thunder and rumbling from the storm itself. It’s a wonderful summery storm and it’s otherwise pitch black outside. Every now and then the lightning explodes across the sky, lighting everything up.
From my office, I have my french doors mostly closed to the rest of the house, but we have opened windows and doors everywhere we can to let the storm have its way with the house. My doors have these light, wispy curtains on them, you can see through them in just the right light.
I’m working, but we have lights out so we can enjoy the storm. I kick back and look up just as a flash blows through the house and I see you out the other room, sideways, but slouched a bit in that leather chair. Something about that posture…
We got shallow depth of field and frames with our spins which gave us a chance to play with different framing options before we found one that we liked. And black and white just because….
Sometimes I give Charmer a bit of grief about not showing (me) as much as I’d like in pictures she shares with me. In true Charmer fashion, she teases and crops and obscures at different times… But not this time…
“Dom-space” has always been a fascinating thing to me. Everyone always focuses on sub-space, that floaty, other-worldly feeling that you can get to if the stars align, if you jump around just so on your left foot and if you chase it down and allow it in.
When you settle in for impact play, it’s extremely challenging to be able to give responses, give control, let the impacts roar through you. Each time there is a smack or the ends of the flogger make contact, or the crop bites into you, there is an instant connection between you and the Dominant partner.