The stories behind my pictures

I’ve had a few photo shoots over the years. Some go all the way back to childhood—those professional portraits my mum would organise when something special was happening. I remember not being too fond of posing a certain way. You can usually spot me in the corner of the picture, smiling cheekily or doing something funny.

Then came the school portraits, the group photos where I’d try to blend in. The diploma pictures, where I looked serious and composed—though when I look back now, I see a young woman who wasn’t quite sure what she would do with all those diplomas. She looks a little unsure, and I want to hug her.

Later, there were pictures with lovers—snapshots of connection, of intimacy. I’ve kept a few of those, tucked away in a memory box. They remind me of the many ways I’ve explored love, and of everything I’ve learned along the way.

One photoshoot that stands out vividly was taken when I was at university. It wasn’t just a photo shoot—it felt like a rite of passage. A lover with a camera and a safe space. A sense of being seen in my sensuality. It was the first time I stepped into that energy with curiosity and openness. Something shifted then. It marked the beginning of a deeper relationship with my body and my erotic self.

A few years later, I had another photo shoot—this one for my website, as I began offering tantric massage. It was empowering- my friends took the pictures, and we had such a warm, supportive time. I wore lingerie, I posed in ways I hadn’t before—sensual, soft, showing more of my body than I was used to. For the first time, these parts of me weren’t just private anymore—they were out there, online, for everyone to see.

I questioned it at first, wondering if it sent the wrong message. If it was too much, or too little. And I continued to question it… until the people I’ve met, the conversations I’ve had, the messages I’ve received, all reminded me: my message was always clear. It came not just from the lace or the poses, but from the energy behind them, from the words on my website. And most of all, from the way people feel when they step into my space.

Now, I’m stepping into another chapter—and with it, another set of images. An updated website soon, to reflect this evolving energy. Still some photos in lingerie—because I love it, and because there is nothing shameful about sensual expression. But also dresses, fabrics, more layers of me. A fuller story, a reflection of where I am, and who I’ve become.

This time, there are also photos of me in nature, barefoot on the grass, surrounded by trees, kissed by sunshine. And others where I’m in elegant outfits and high heels—a mirror of my feminine essence in its expressions. These are not just pictures saying look at me or see how I pose, they are glimpses into parts of me—playful, grounded, sensual, soft.

My talented and beautiful friends did a wonderful job of capturing my essence in these images. I’m most comfortable when I’m being photographed by people I know, in spaces that feel safe and familiar—not in a studio, but in places where I can be myself.

These pictures tell the story of a body that is real and unfiltered, is fit, but is not perfect—and never needed to be. A body that is visible to be honest and to be felt.

Because my work isn’t about what my body looks like. It’s not about lingerie or angles or light.

It’s about how people feel when they are with me. It’s about presence and about loving, conscious touch. About safety, attunement, and the beautiful return to your own body.

And I hope—somehow—these new images whisper a little of that to you. Not just sensuality, but depth. Not just femininity, but truth.

  Love,

Rosie x