This story was written by a friend of mine, Belle. I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I did.
Marie’s heart was pounding as she put her car into park and checked the time. She was still a few minutes early, and anxious for the clock hands to move faster. She could hardly believe what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and sat for a minute to reflect.
Two weeks, earlier a friend had made a joke about having boudoir photos taken. Marie had outwardly rolled her eyes, but internally she was intrigued. She’d been in a stale relationship for so long that she’d almost forgotten she was a woman. He didn’t look at her with desire anymore. Sure, she’d probably indulged at the table too often and neglected her gym membership; she wasn’t as svelte as in her youth. But her shape was still womanly, and Marie wondered if maybe she could recapture a little self-confidence and feel sexy again by doing a boudoir photo shoot of her own. Continue reading