There is always mixture of fear and thrill for me when we sneak around to take a picture somewhere that we shouldn’t really be, or at least somewhere I shouldn’t be without my clothes on. The sound of a distant car door, the trail of voices in the distance, the rustle of something in the bushes beside me all work to keep my senses alert. But there is also the feel of the air on my skin, the beating of my heart and the nub of heat that builds inside me. As the two contrasting feelings collide, the arousal creeps in and takes over making me bolder and braver, free to be exposed to the world.

Sinful Sunday