Collared
Our own piece of magic areall those unintentional momentsthat built us:two people galaxies awayseparated by the ocean,languages, borders,that now can […]
There’s always beauty in the action:receiving the order,executing without thought,with total trustand complete surrender,feeling your hand in mineeven though an
Pain is the unspeakable gift,hidden behind the frosted glassof everyday vie en rose,the pleasure at the coreof simple routine tasksand
I don’t know what to write. My fingers want to move, but my brain just stopped giving them the signal.
Five days, five hours,three hundred minutes,one thousand eight hundred seconds…the tick-tock of the clock evaporates timeas blood pulses through my
We are not used to show ourselves being vulnerable. I’m not talking about giving control away while being submissive. I’m
I’m lying in my bed, darkness all aroundthe glass window is openedand I listen to the rainwhile it falls musicallyand
I’ve hit another 100: one hundred photos posted here on Fet, taken exclusively for Fet. If someone had told me