I thought to make it easier for my clientele I would put a list of our Collections up to date, just in case you find a piece that you think might fit in one of them.
I remember the very first time my lover sat me on his lap facing a full length mirror. Slowly he undressed me, pleasured me, had me pleasure myself; my instructions simply to watch, feel.
After my initial shyness wore off it became one of the most evocative and sensual experiences I have ever partaken in.
Learning how he truly viewed me, seeing through his beloved eyes.
The mirror became a portal.
To partake of such a surreal experience, to fill ones belly and then revel in the abundance of passion which almost overwhelms the senses with its savage scent.
Watching him watching you, eyes meeting passions clashing becomes the fruit of exquisite love.
It hangs in the spaces between reality and the sensual images.
One can simply reach out to devour it whole, letting the juice run down your chin between your breasts until you finally collapse with fullness sated beyond believe.
Who is the voyeur?
Your lover?
You?
Could it be that which lurks just beyond the mirror?