more backside
more backside
2020-10-25 18:02:29 +0000 UTC View Postthree bathroom shots I took yesterday
2020-10-24 18:51:04 +0000 UTC View PostI yanked my mind back into reality and helped her out of her trench coat. I gave her a towel to dry her hair. She had on a black dress.
2020-10-23 04:58:40 +0000 UTC View PostI noticed the tube of lipstick glinting behind her near the clock. I wondered how it’d gotten there. It could have been misplaced in the earlier rush of our autumn party. I imagined the woman in the trench coat applying her lipstick before she went out for the night. I imagined how her lips would feel . . . .
2020-10-22 14:05:43 +0000 UTC View PostThe trench coat spread around her, naked by the flames.
2020-10-21 23:57:32 +0000 UTC View PostI slipped my hands under her trench coat and felt the cool of her skin. She had goosebumps from the cold rain outside, and I imagined warming her up right there by the fire.
2020-10-21 15:44:05 +0000 UTC View PostHer hair was wet. Her feet bare. Her fingers unpainted. Her mouth cherry red. She carried a broken umbrella. I took all of this in while unfastening the trench coat in my mind.
2020-10-20 19:14:13 +0000 UTC View PostMaybe she’s a heiress. Maybe she’s my best friend’s wife. Maybe she’s a tough broad trying to make it in the man’s world of private detection. Maybe she’s my charming housekeeper, who’d been out with a cad I didn’t approve of. All I could think of, though, is what could be under the trench coat
2020-10-20 16:36:29 +0000 UTC View PostBecause of Halloween--because I love this time of year--because I love stories . . . . I'll try to tell a fantasy one here. Let's say, for starters, it was a dark and stormy night. And a woman shows up in the library wearing a trench coat.
2020-10-20 04:09:30 +0000 UTC View Postin front of the bathroom mirror today
2020-10-19 16:23:09 +0000 UTC View Post