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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.


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Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
~ Gerard De Nerval

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

~ Gerard De Nerval

(Source: beautflstranger)

— 1 week ago with 243 notes
just another summer day on his way home from work.
the sidewalk steamy and crowded.
it was then that he saw her.
she was by the outdoor market, one of those little fruit and vegetable stands that seems to spill onto the sidewalk.
her basket was filled with small brown paper bags as she pointed to the grocer who chose what she wanted.
she was by the basket of cherries, when his eyes met hers.
his smile carried every carnal thought people seem to get during a heatwave.
she pointed to the cherries and the grocer began to fill a brown paper bag with them.
she paused and returned her thoughts to her sidewalk admirer, as she lifted and held a pair of cherries on a stem to her luscious lips, her tongue darting out playfully to lick them.
that small seductive act, pushed him over the edge.
' i was planning upon having dinner alone' he told her as he stepped closer.
' so was i ' she smiled.
neighbors it turned out, just a few blocks from one another.
it doesn’t matter who cooked dinner that night, or the night after that.
but the moral to this story is..there are some women who clearly understand the joys in life.
and always smile at the woman by the outdoor fruit stand…


~ beautflstranger

just another summer day on his way home from work.

the sidewalk steamy and crowded.

it was then that he saw her.

she was by the outdoor market, one of those little fruit and vegetable stands that seems to spill onto the sidewalk.

her basket was filled with small brown paper bags as she pointed to the grocer who chose what she wanted.

she was by the basket of cherries, when his eyes met hers.

his smile carried every carnal thought people seem to get during a heatwave.

she pointed to the cherries and the grocer began to fill a brown paper bag with them.

she paused and returned her thoughts to her sidewalk admirer, as she lifted and held a pair of cherries on a stem to her luscious lips, her tongue darting out playfully to lick them.

that small seductive act, pushed him over the edge.

' i was planning upon having dinner alone' he told her as he stepped closer.

' so was i ' she smiled.

neighbors it turned out, just a few blocks from one another.

it doesn’t matter who cooked dinner that night, or the night after that.

but the moral to this story is..there are some women who clearly understand the joys in life.

and always smile at the woman by the outdoor fruit stand…

~ beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 73 notes
so overcome with emotion was i 
that it was instinctual…primal
my body telling me.…..demanding of me.
and yes i reached and rubbed and tasted and touched
and after 4 delicious orgasms one rolling into the next..
i thought that i was satisfied, sated , nicely exhausted…
but no..
the emotions still persisted
and now they became a hunger…
and ravenously i pleasured again…

the power of you, in my thoughts…

~ beautflstranger

so overcome with emotion was i 

that it was instinctual…primal

my body telling me.…..demanding of me.

and yes i reached and rubbed and tasted and touched

and after 4 delicious orgasms one rolling into the next..

i thought that i was satisfied, sated , nicely exhausted…

but no..

the emotions still persisted

and now they became a hunger…

and ravenously i pleasured again…

the power of you, in my thoughts…

~ beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 70 notes

how can you be cold on this hot summer day? he asked
not cold. she replied
but then what? he said as he reached to touch her.
it’s you. she softly smiled.
me? he said stunned
yes..you. you make me tingle with anticipation and excitement.
 her words barely escaped from her lips…as his hands pulled her closer.
beautflstranger 2012

how can you be cold on this hot summer day? he asked

not cold. she replied

but then what? he said as he reached to touch her.

it’s you. she softly smiled.

me? he said stunned

yes..you. you make me tingle with anticipation and excitement.

 her words barely escaped from her lips…as his hands pulled her closer.

~beautflstranger 

— 1 week ago with 56 notes
possibly one of the most exciting and intimate things a woman can share.
touch yourself and let him watch.
i think there are women who have never tried this, because they might be shy or feel a bit insecure about it.
abandon all insecurity.
have you any idea how many times that image will play in his head?
it’s not only a massive turn-on..but an incredible sharing of something so intimately seductive.
you are showing him exactly how you enjoy being touched…
and isn’t that a wonderful thing to share.
so many variations to this.
he can watch…and not be allowed to touch you.
he can join in…take his hand and guide him.
touch yourself..taste yourself…and share that with him.
~beautflstranger

possibly one of the most exciting and intimate things a woman can share.

touch yourself and let him watch.

i think there are women who have never tried this, because they might be shy or feel a bit insecure about it.

abandon all insecurity.

have you any idea how many times that image will play in his head?

it’s not only a massive turn-on..but an incredible sharing of something so intimately seductive.

you are showing him exactly how you enjoy being touched…

and isn’t that a wonderful thing to share.

so many variations to this.

he can watch…and not be allowed to touch you.

he can join in…take his hand and guide him.

touch yourself..taste yourself…and share that with him.

~beautflstranger

— 1 week ago with 490 notes
summer storm, as i wrote last night.
sweet scent of the rain.
and all i could think about 
was Dominance & submission.
the intensity of a thundering storm
and the wetness of raindrops…
what a lullaby and perfect image to fall asleep with last night.
the skies this morning grey and still..waiting the seduction of another storm..
thank all of you for following..reblogging <3
beautflstranger xo

summer storm, as i wrote last night.

sweet scent of the rain.

and all i could think about 

was Dominance & submission.

the intensity of a thundering storm

and the wetness of raindrops…

what a lullaby and perfect image to fall asleep with last night.

the skies this morning grey and still..waiting the seduction of another storm..

thank all of you for following..reblogging <3

beautflstranger xo

— 1 week ago with 50 notes