Woody Wonka and The Seduction Factory

  An average Tuesday night in Greenwich, CT. I made him stand in the middle of the room, fully clothed, with only my Hermes scarf tied around his eyes. He looked liked a fashionable hostage about to be executed, only this execution would come in the form of something much slower, seductive and delicious. Deliberately,Continue reading “Woody Wonka and The Seduction Factory”