Having followed Agatha’s instructions ... “be my little pet Gothette - wear something black, trashy and disposable… something you won’t miss if it… gets torn...” So tonight, Ella Jane is ‘goth’. Dressed more for underground clubbing under her open charity shop cloak than a stroll in the country. The cool night air as much as her building anticipation is invigorating....
Is there something wrong with being so turned on in such a public place? To close your eyes, and just imagine that attractive stranger seeing you almost naked. For them to actually catch a glimpse of your sex? Of them being close enough to see just how excited you are?
I have fantasised about a number of ways to photograph you outside after seeing the pictures you’ve shared. Is it strange that I’ve also fantasised about how the experience might change me… I imagine you zipping up a pair of knee-high patent docs, photographing you in them. With you sprawled in the undergrowth. Your thighs … Continue reading Forrest Walk
Glasgow city-centre was too hot. Who suggested we wear corsets today? I love the tight grip of mine. To be fair, I do love the enclosure of any body-hugging designs with that in mind – or things wrapped tightly around me. Though perhaps my favourite burlesque attire was too tight and heavy for that heat, … Continue reading Glimpse of Corsets, Tutus, Fishnet and Rope
"Life is a beach, not a box of chocolates, this isn’t Forrest Gump. I’m not named after anyone famous, the band didn’t work but the medication did and I’m still here. Anyway, enough of me, life is a beach. A big beautiful flat expanse of wet sand at sunrise after the tide has gone out. … Continue reading Treehaus
Hands full, I force my way along the carriage of middle-aged pinstripes attempting to store items in the overhead rack, or perform a hesitant dance to claim the correct seat. It would help if they weren’t so fucking over-fed! No charming young men here. I do my best to squeeze through. It might be a … Continue reading Strangers on a Train