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confessions of a texture lover.
patent leather. lace. plush velvet. satin.
all i need now is latex and flesh.
my heart skips a beat to consider ..
an outfit consisting of all of it.
mmmmmmm.
i'm beginning to realize i am growing into a fetishist.
high heels on well toned calves. a tightly cinched corset.
painted nails peeking out of my cycling gloves -----
little hints, dips, dashes of quiet little tastes of sensuality.
i got a stabbing arch of longing to photograph this morning.
i need to feel my camera in my hands. and a
subject in front of me to mold, capture, imagine --- control.
i miss creation on it's boldest most basic sense.
patent leather. lace. plush velvet. satin.
all i need now is latex and flesh.
my heart skips a beat to consider ..
an outfit consisting of all of it.
mmmmmmm.
i'm beginning to realize i am growing into a fetishist.
high heels on well toned calves. a tightly cinched corset.
painted nails peeking out of my cycling gloves -----
little hints, dips, dashes of quiet little tastes of sensuality.
i got a stabbing arch of longing to photograph this morning.
i need to feel my camera in my hands. and a
subject in front of me to mold, capture, imagine --- control.
i miss creation on it's boldest most basic sense.