Sunday 10 October 2010
Sunday 12 September 2010
In the Quiet Cottage
A very different room; quiet, isolated and very private.
Taking a few moments to touch and explore myself.
Taking a few moments to touch and explore myself.
Saturday 21 August 2010
Stretched Out On A Quiet Bed
In the quiet room is a quiet bed where I can stretch out and feel the air on my skin.
Then tease and pleasure myself until I stretch out with the pleasure of my release....
Then lay and indulge in warm relaxation.
I love all of the possibilities of a quiet room.
Friday 20 August 2010
A Quiet Hotel Room
A quiet hotel room at the end of a long corridor. A narrow additional window affording a rural view and yielding morning light to bathe my skin.
Thursday 12 August 2010
Still By The Sea
The window is still open and I can still hear the sea but I am now laying on the soft bed and feeling the air on my skin. Wanting to me touched... I touch myself.
Saturday 7 August 2010
Remembering: The Red Room
A glorious red room with the sound of waves distant through opened windows and mirrors to play with. A room that, though for solitary pleasure alone, I was very happy in; a happiness I celebrated with photographs:
Click on the images to enlarge them.
More from the Blue Room
A single night in a Travelodge. Not luxurious but clean, comfortable and an early stage in a recent journey.
When I arrive in a room such as this I unpack and organise what I need out for my stay and then I undress and delight in the sensations of nakedness; the air on my skin and the fabrics that I rest myself on.
I touch myself; perhaps no more than the brush of fingertips over my chest and shoulders but these are sensitive places and, sometimes, it will lead to a more intimate self pleasure and welcome release, followed by a lazy stretching out and meditation on the sheer enjoyment of traveling alone.
If you click on the second photograph, you will see something more ... blatant.
When I arrive in a room such as this I unpack and organise what I need out for my stay and then I undress and delight in the sensations of nakedness; the air on my skin and the fabrics that I rest myself on.
I touch myself; perhaps no more than the brush of fingertips over my chest and shoulders but these are sensitive places and, sometimes, it will lead to a more intimate self pleasure and welcome release, followed by a lazy stretching out and meditation on the sheer enjoyment of traveling alone.
If you click on the second photograph, you will see something more ... blatant.
Thursday 22 July 2010
Starting Again In Another Room
I am back again.
Sharing my love of quiet rooms and being naked in those quiet rooms.
I will also be sharing the stories that I write.
Its good to be back.
It had been a long journey and a tiring day and I had slept quickly and easily. I woke early and refreshed and showered while real coffee brewed (I make a point of taking my own). For the first time in over a year I felt like sharing this moment and reached for my camera:
Sharing my love of quiet rooms and being naked in those quiet rooms.
I will also be sharing the stories that I write.
Its good to be back.
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It had been a long journey and a tiring day and I had slept quickly and easily. I woke early and refreshed and showered while real coffee brewed (I make a point of taking my own). For the first time in over a year I felt like sharing this moment and reached for my camera:
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