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beautflstranger ™ 1 part sophia loren 1 part jackie o 1 dash of audrey a splash of marilyn a twist of angelina 2 drops of chanel.

manhattan fashion industry
native new yorker

words, have a habit of welling up inside me to tumble as they do here, with frequency.
the words signed with my name, are my own.

The only copyrights I claim are for my own words & photography.

Copyright © beautflstranger 2011-2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
My words are not to be used without my permission.
My photograph is never to be used.


THE LEGAL PART:
* OVER 18 ONLY *

i broke all my rules for you
i think you cast a spell
and wove some sort of magic over me.
we might not have known the small details of our lives
but we knew each other
you took me in your arms
i felt i was home and had been there forever
our communication wasn’t in words
but we spoke volumes
it was as though we were the last two people on earth
who couldn’t get enough of each other.
someone once asked me
what is one night like?
i could point to this image
and say if it’s amazing
then you remain as i am.
haunted.
~ beautflstranger

i broke all my rules for you

i think you cast a spell

and wove some sort of magic over me.

we might not have known the small details of our lives

but we knew each other

you took me in your arms

i felt i was home and had been there forever

our communication wasn’t in words

but we spoke volumes

it was as though we were the last two people on earth

who couldn’t get enough of each other.

someone once asked me

what is one night like?

i could point to this image

and say if it’s amazing

then you remain as i am.

haunted.

~ beautflstranger

(Source: passionpicx, via unlockingthelayers)

— 1 week ago with 1125 notes
a promise for some time this summer…
As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this, there is nothing.
More than this, tell me one thing.
~ Roxy Music
 http://youtu.be/rUHgI5Nu8dU 
( extended dreamtime mix)

a promise for some time this summer…

As free as the wind

Hopefully learning

Why the sea on the tide

Has no way of turning

More than this, there is nothing.

More than this, tell me one thing.

~ Roxy Music

 http://youtu.be/rUHgI5Nu8dU 

( extended dreamtime mix)

(Source: weheartit.com, via tarnsman)

— 1 week ago with 1374 notes
your words so sexual.
pure raw lust.
suspending me 
in between each drop
i want to drown in your waterfall
~ beautflstranger

your words so sexual.

pure raw lust.

suspending me 

in between each drop

i want to drown in your waterfall

~ beautflstranger

(via tarnsman)

— 1 week ago with 202 notes
there is something to be said about early mornings in manhattan.
that a city so pulsing and throbbing could feel suddenly like a small town.
and you seemingly have the entire city to yourself.
streets devoid of people or traffic.
the night giving way to the sun breaking over the buildings in a soft morning haze..
in an hour or so, the streets will clog with traffic and people.
millions of footprints covering your now invisible solitary ones.
but for those few moments, that city did belong to only you.
good morning tumblrs..
thank you for following..
beautflstranger xo

there is something to be said about early mornings in manhattan.

that a city so pulsing and throbbing could feel suddenly like a small town.

and you seemingly have the entire city to yourself.

streets devoid of people or traffic.

the night giving way to the sun breaking over the buildings in a soft morning haze..

in an hour or so, the streets will clog with traffic and people.

millions of footprints covering your now invisible solitary ones.

but for those few moments, that city did belong to only you.

good morning tumblrs..

thank you for following..

beautflstranger xo

(Source: beautflstranger)

— 1 week ago with 59 notes
she typed into the night.
it doesn’t have to be keats, byron or shelley, she sighed , as she ripped another piece of paper from the typewriter and crinkled it.
i just want to write something worthy of him
and write from my heart.
she inserted another piece of paper into the typewriter, as the words started to pour.
 '  my dearest love . you manage to hold and touch me even with that ocean in between. your presence in my life is a gift which i cherish daily. i would have been forever lost, had it not been for you. and all this time you thought i was the strong one. you filled the wretched holes in my once empty heart with your abundant love. you taught me to believe in myself, when sometimes i couldn’t. your love brought sunshine into the darkest of my depths. you have my heart and my love …forever. xxx ‘
~ beautflstranger

she typed into the night.

it doesn’t have to be keats, byron or shelley, she sighed , as she ripped another piece of paper from the typewriter and crinkled it.

i just want to write something worthy of him

and write from my heart.

she inserted another piece of paper into the typewriter, as the words started to pour.

  my dearest love . you manage to hold and touch me even with that ocean in between. your presence in my life is a gift which i cherish daily. i would have been forever lost, had it not been for you. and all this time you thought i was the strong one. you filled the wretched holes in my once empty heart with your abundant love. you taught me to believe in myself, when sometimes i couldn’t. your love brought sunshine into the darkest of my depths. you have my heart and my love …forever. xxx ‘

~ beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 149 notes
shall i play a debauched dr. freud as you lie on the couch?
i want you to turn your attention inward as you focus on the internal
i want to hear your fantasies and daydreams
i want to hear about every image that arises in your mind
immerse yourself to tell me all of it.
i’ve always wanted to….her voice trailed
~ beautflstranger

shall i play a debauched dr. freud as you lie on the couch?

i want you to turn your attention inward as you focus on the internal

i want to hear your fantasies and daydreams

i want to hear about every image that arises in your mind

immerse yourself to tell me all of it.

i’ve always wanted to….her voice trailed

~ beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 81 notes

His Directive Part 1
" white jacket. black panties. sheer black stocking. heels."
flashed in a text on her iphone.
" no car sent for you. do not take a cab. you must walk."
she read and re-read the two texts.
within seconds, another flashed.
" i want you exposed and utterly raw. Do. Not. Disappoint."
Her mind contemplated the sheer bold sexuality of it all,
as she rose to this challenge, as New York City girls sometimes do.
As she stepped from her apartment, the night air was refreshingly cool as she hurriedly walked to his loft, neon bouncing off her skin.
She felt as though she were on a secret mission. 
And there she was cloaked in virginal white, betraying her mind of carnal wishes.
She kept her eyes cast downward, directly at the sidewalk. Taking no chances to meet another’s.
As she turned the block toward his apartment, she felt him peering from his window, the ultimate hunter, stalking his prey.
As she slipped into his building, another text flashed
" lose the jacket "
Grateful that no one else was in the lobby, she bolted toward the elevator which would take her directly to his loft.
As the doors opened, she heard his voice from a darkened room.
" stand in the entry and let me look at you"
motionlessly and bathed in moonlight she stood, peering into the darkened room.
it wasn’t her body which he craved, it was the look in her eyes.
her eyes which were soft and soulful had changed.
their expression was as though she had run up to a chain link fence
and gripped at it and gripped at it until her fingers bled.
carnal and raw hunger. beautifully destroyed.
i love that, he smiled.
~ beautflstranger

His Directive Part 1

" white jacket. black panties. sheer black stocking. heels."

flashed in a text on her iphone.

" no car sent for you. do not take a cab. you must walk."

she read and re-read the two texts.

within seconds, another flashed.

" i want you exposed and utterly raw. Do. Not. Disappoint."


Her mind contemplated the sheer bold sexuality of it all,

as she rose to this challenge, as New York City girls sometimes do.

As she stepped from her apartment, the night air was refreshingly cool as she hurriedly walked to his loft, neon bouncing off her skin.

She felt as though she were on a secret mission. 

And there she was cloaked in virginal white, betraying her mind of carnal wishes.

She kept her eyes cast downward, directly at the sidewalk. Taking no chances to meet another’s.

As she turned the block toward his apartment, she felt him peering from his window, the ultimate hunter, stalking his prey.

As she slipped into his building, another text flashed

" lose the jacket "

Grateful that no one else was in the lobby, she bolted toward the elevator which would take her directly to his loft.

As the doors opened, she heard his voice from a darkened room.

" stand in the entry and let me look at you"

motionlessly and bathed in moonlight she stood, peering into the darkened room.

it wasn’t her body which he craved, it was the look in her eyes.

her eyes which were soft and soulful had changed.

their expression was as though she had run up to a chain link fence

and gripped at it and gripped at it until her fingers bled.

carnal and raw hunger. beautifully destroyed.

i love that, he smiled.

~ beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 40 notes
i rather like those shoes, the stockings as well
he walked slowly circling her, his tutorial continuing.
this skirt, he said as his hand trailed along her, i very much like, for easy access.
his hand lightly slapped her.
but what do you hold in your hands..my crop?
hand that to me.
hand the crop to me.
why?
you do know what will happen should you continue to tease me.
perhaps you should remind me, as sometimes i forget. 
hand the crop to me and i will help you to remember.

~beautflstranger

i rather like those shoes, the stockings as well

he walked slowly circling her, his tutorial continuing.

this skirt, he said as his hand trailed along her, i very much like, for easy access.

his hand lightly slapped her.

but what do you hold in your hands..my crop?

hand that to me.

hand the crop to me.

why?

you do know what will happen should you continue to tease me.

perhaps you should remind me, as sometimes i forget

hand the crop to me and i will help you to remember.

~beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 81 notes