Monday, February 4, 2013

Baby Sitter


She pressed into him as they danced in the shadows.  It was an innocent evening of dinner and drinks but something more primal beckoned.  As they swayed back and forth with the music her need grew with each passing second. The extra glasses of wine had emboldened her.  Her hand brushed against then squeezed his desire and they agreed without words and hungry stares that the babysitter would be getting extra money tonight.  She leaned into him, biting his neck, and whispered “This is the reason we only get a few nights like this in the first place.”


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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: My Inner Voice Speaking Loud
Location of Work: Tumblr Fragile Little Doll

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