Listen
Another outtake from the film noir prompt.
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Glisten
I really love this one. The edit it makes it look like I’m covered in oil instead of water, I think.
Listen
I love prompt weeks! This week, the prompt was “shallow depth of field” which is an effect I love looking at, but isn’t always easy to achieve. I’ll admit to using an app (Snapseed – thanks @DomSigns for the recommendation a few months ago) to enhance the depth of field here. To see more delights … [Read more…]
Dark Secret
I love a good film noir movie and I loved that it was the prompt for this month. She’s listening at the door, waiting for her chance…
Glasses and Polka Dots
This is reminiscent of a Sinful Sunday photo I posted in 2016, Listen. While I still think I like that one a bit better, this one is pretty fun too.
Maria’s Virtual Intro – Eroticon 2017
Name Maria Sibylla Merian. I’m quite private about my IRL name on this blog, but when we meet in person, I will likely tell you. I’ll happily answer to Maria, however. On Twitter I’m @MSM1647. What are you hoping to get out of Eroticon 2017‘? I’m looking forward to meeting so many people in person that … [Read more…]
The Phone
Note: This post touches on manipulation and, tangentially, depression. *** “Shut up, just stop talking! You aren’t even listening to the words I am saying! They are carefully chosen for a reason, Dana! I’m fucking tired of everyone not helping me!” Len spits through the line. Dana holds the phone away from her ear and … [Read more…]
International Women’s Day: A Personal Thank You
The image is of the suit in question, with the alterations receipt. *** My Grandmother wore a gray blue suit for her wedding. I have it now, folded in tissue paper, stored in her cedar chest, which I also have. Her and my grandfather, neighbors and friends since their youth, got married while he was … [Read more…]
Facial Hair
I like it. My favorite is scruffy stubble. When a man has gone two or three days without shaving. I love the way short gray hairs glisten in the sunlight. Almost like glitter, but real. Because yes, if there’s something that makes me positively swoon, it’s gray mixed into a fine stubble – think Brett … [Read more…]
First Kiss
We’d known each other since preschool. One of my first memories of him is holding his hand while pictures were taken of our winning Halloween costumes. He was Dracula, I was Pebbles from the Flintstones. We were both four years old. We were always in the same class, he was a clown, not a jock. … [Read more…]
