HappyComeLucky

As visitors to my blog, you have probably noticed that the majority of my posts are picture posts. I join in the weekly Sinful Sunday meme and I enjoy taking a whole variety of pictures to share. When it comes to the written posts, I have a lot less confidence. I have to admit that I am in awe of talented writers and their skill with words. One of the delights of this last year has been reading some of the evocative and erotic stories that are being shared on blogs.

Back in April, EA_Unadorned linked up with Sinful Sunday and launched the first Sinful Stories competition. When deciding on a picture that week, I thought carefully about an image that could lead to possible stories. It worked. The Letter was used as an inspiration by more than one person. In some stories, the authors used mine and other pictures. There was one story that was based solely on mine.

I hadn’t come across this author until she sought my permission to use the image. I was excited and intrigued to read the results. I was also nervous. What if I didn’t like the story? What if the story took an angle that made me uncomfortable? What if…? I had to be patient and wait.

How should I describe it? The Second Letter by Malin James is an amazingly powerful, raw and compelling. I was left breathless by reading it. Malin doesn’t tell a story, she allows the reader to live it. My emotions were so triggered that I half expected to look down and see the ink on my skin.If you haven’t read the story yet – you really should. It took a little while after reading (and re-reading) to sink back into my conciousness that my picture had prompted this piece. It is safe to say that I now love finding out that Malin has a new post and my respect and admiration for her has grown with each one.

Roll on to November and Sinful Stories 2 came along. I had got such a buzz out of having a picture for the last one that I was determined to produce something for this one. I over-thought it. I spent a long time trying to think of a special picture and then suddenly time got away from me and I was in the car, driving down to visit friends. I wouldn’t be going back home until the Sunday. After a panic that I had left it too late, inspiration struck. There I was, all dressed up and on a journey. A glance down at my stocking tops made me think of several very sexy journeys. A quick click of the camera and the picture was there. To be honest, after seeing some of the other amazing images posted that week, I didn’t expect anything else to happen.

When Malin contacted me again, I actually squeaked with excitement. I couldn’t believe my luck that my picture had caught her attention. The time between knowing that she was writing and being able to read her story had me tingling with anticipation and excitement. I couldn’t keep the information to myself. I had to tell my man.

Drive is a fantastic piece and very much deserved to be declared the winner. More than that though, the story thrilled me. Sinful Stories are not about the person in the image but there is so much that matches elements of my kinks that again, my body responded as though I was there. The control, denial, edging and ravenous need is so succinctly captured that I could feel the heat of desire. It is a very wonderful thing when your own experiences and feelings are reflected in a story and the link with my picture turned me into the cat who got the cream.

Both these stories are in my list of all time favourites. I am thrilled, excited and humbled by the fact that I, through my pictures, played a small part in inspiring them. That is such a huge buzz. I have grinned with delight at the suggestion of EA_Unadorned in his write up that Malin and I should collaborate with pictures and stories. I still pinch myself to check that I am not dreaming about my pictures being used for her stories. My biggest challenge at the moment is avoiding outing myself through being over excited and telling the world that the talented Malin James has written two stories inspired by my images.

This post is a little thank you to Malin for the smiles that she has given me.