As soon as I saw this rather austere sofa under the mirror in the middle of the chilly hall, I knew it would be perfect for all manner of erotic or downright filthy photos – many of which would require external assistance.
However, there was something about the combination of hard, unyielding floor and dusty old fabric that made sitting on the sofa itself feel almost unnecessary. Instead I wanted to spread myself out at its feet, and think about what I might be told to do next by whoever was sitting there. Think about all the ways I could offer my body and my services before they pulled me up next to them.
I wanted to feel the cold marble against my legs, and to be acutely aware of my own nakedness. So that’s what I did.
5 replies on “February 2nd: Floored”
This is stunning. It inspires a story or two
What an evocative image.
I love this. This image makes me want to write a story!
Rebel xox
I get goosebumps looking at this – I can imagine the cold x
Like this – very much!