Blue Hours…
The other day a girl came into the boutique with a determined look in her eyes. She investigated the titillating contents of our antique wardrobes , ran her hands over silks and mesh with the air of a detective on a crime scene looking for vital clues.
I got curious and asked her if I could assist on this mysterious quest. She pulled up a beautiful deep silk suspender belt from her bag and told me that she needed to construct an outfit around it. Nothing flimsy, lacy or cute- this girl was after that fierce sexiness found in the photographs of Helmut Newton. Over the next hour we tried out some really breathtaking different looks, and as I helped her adjust the bondage straps of a Nichole de Carle Mystère body she told me her story.
She was preparing to fly out to see her lover, an adventurer who had just completed the Marathon des Sables, an incredilous sounding test of both physical and psychological strength consiting of running for seven days through the Saharah desert dodging snakes and carrying your own camping equipment and water supply. The boy´s prize; her in a suitable gift wrapping!
I am a fan of injecting storytelling, play, and adventure into my liaisons. Even if my lover is not a full time adventurer or even live in a different city I very much enjoy to sometimes act as he does. To treat a well known boyfriend/ girlfriend as a fascinating stranger I would love to find out more about is really stimulating. A brief afternoon visit, interrupting his daily routine and leaving with my lips swollen and stocking ripped really boasts my day ( and of course the person I’ve just left behind! )
The “Grand Prix Girl” left our boudoir looking like the cat who got the cream, nothing against what he will be like when he sees his present…
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