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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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this is exactly how it feels for us.

i wonder how many men stop and think about what their hands feel like to a woman.

from their pure strength to gentle tenderness.

it’s said, that what you take into your hands, you take into your heart.

~ beautflstranger 

— 2 weeks ago with 223 notes
for the coffee, of course.
men are just so exquisite.
if i were blessed to awaken to this every morning..
i fear that i’d develop a serious addiction..
and then be up all night…..from too much caffeine  ;)
good morning tumblrs..
thank all of you for following 
beautflstranger xo

for the coffee, of course.

men are just so exquisite.

if i were blessed to awaken to this every morning..

i fear that i’d develop a serious addiction..

and then be up all night…..from too much caffeine  ;)

good morning tumblrs..

thank all of you for following 

beautflstranger xo

— 2 weeks ago with 38 notes
i never want to see you wear them again.
i want you to know your wetness.
i want you to inhale that heavenly scent of yours everyday.
on your way to work, walking at a quick pace, the tops of your silken thighs sticky with want, you’ll think of me.
each time you cross and uncross your legs, you’ll think of me.
because this is Mine.
and it’s aching to be filled.
beg for it.
~ beautflstranger

i never want to see you wear them again.

i want you to know your wetness.

i want you to inhale that heavenly scent of yours everyday.

on your way to work, walking at a quick pace, the tops of your silken thighs sticky with want, you’ll think of me.

each time you cross and uncross your legs, you’ll think of me.

because this is Mine.

and it’s aching to be filled.

beg for it.

~ beautflstranger

— 2 weeks ago with 438 notes