It was a(nother) weekend of sensual wonders and tactile pleasures. Summertime is in full bloom. The sun is high in the sky. The water is cool. The dry wind is racing across my bare skin. The swaying yellow grasses are lifting me into the sky, his drops of sweet pleasure cooling my burning face beneath the otherwordly, sculptural wind turbines. River currents are drifting me into another dimension. Inside the old barn, I dodge broken glass and spiders, then hook my legs onto a dusty beam and hang upside down like a little girl, my hair dragging in the dirt, the smile on my face saying it all, saying, "yes!"
Photos: From Portland, Oregon to Spokane, Washington -- 400 miles of thrills and chills to a really fun athletic event here: http://www.kaniksufamily.com/
"Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other"