Seduction in the City

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It was a chilly New York evening, but the air held a certain sexiness that flushed my cheeks and lips with color. Looking back, it was probably the color of passion red.

He immediately noticed.

His piercing eyes followed me all night. A gaze that equally adored my curves and my smile. I noticed he'd find ways to cut the physical distance between us, making excuses to swoosh past me more often as the night progressed, teasing me with his perfect smell and disarming smile. Oh how I'd like to swim in the wrinkles of his smile! I made sure to match his intensity with my own desire and playfulness. If there's something I can do well (and take great pleasure in), it's smiling, especially faced with a steamy encounter. I danced the dance of seduction and mystery, making him wonder, not doubt, what his next move should be. Every time we held each other's gaze, we invited each other into our respective world of intimacy, refusing to let anyone else in or, even worse, break the spell we put on each other. We were entranced. 

Conversations over drinks evolved organically, laughs pierced the cool evening air and just like that, I began writing this in my head. That's the thing about romance: it's one of the only defying mysteries in life that seems to suspend time. One word hangs off the other, one small caress steals my breath and the thought that there will be more where that came from sends shivers down my spine. His occasional boyish demeanor lets me know I have the same effect on him. 

We are looking at each other, no, we are staring at each other, and in the first doubtful thought of the night, I wonder what he's thinking. Will he kiss me? Is he thinking of my lips? When will I get to kiss him? And just like that, in one impressively quick motion, as if to protectively banish the questions in my head, he interlaces his fingers through my neck and hair and pulls me into his lips like it's all he's been thinking about since he first saw me. No need to wonder, his lips whisper over mine telling me so. We are locked in a desperate kiss that pleads for more. As his lips and hands travel through the rest of my body, it feels as I don't have enough skin for him to kiss, to wander through. I wish I had more. To feel more of his breath over me, more of his whispers against my skin... I want all of him and he wants all of me. 

Pairings of intense making out, touching, breathing hard and then holding each other close, hugging, talking and looking at each other unfolded through the night, allowing for prolonged pleasure and freedom of physical expression. To be matched on such a sensual level must be one of the most liberating and gratifying gifts to experience as a human being. We take turns taking control, giving into one another with complete abandon. My lips wander and taste his body - not all of it, yet, but enough to keep my taste buds wanting more. His mouth grazes over me and I find stillness in his curiosity and exploration of me. At one point he even finds my elbow amusing to kiss. We lay side by side, me taking note of the city lights catch in his eyes and wanting to freeze time once again, him playing out what a full evening with me would look like, feel like; and just like that, in one clear decision that my entire body disagrees with, I decide it's not the night. I want to delay it, to extract every single ounce of pleasure over the sweet musings of time.

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Calling all self-loving sexy ladies! If you have a particularly memorable sexy tale to share, we're all ears. Seduction in the City is all about celebrating our womanhood, our desires, our pleasures, our loveliest and steamiest encounters, and everything in between. As a woman, I want to offer up this space for candor and freedom of expression. By sharing and embracing our innermost dialogues and anecdotes, we affirm a message of complete self-love to the world (and you can remain anonymous if you so wish).  Follow along our sultry journey as we seduce our way through the city by subscribing to the mailing list. We promise to keep it sexy ;)

LIVING SEXY IS... All About Who I Surround Myself With

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There's a crispness in the air that lets me know Summer is winding down. After a much needed break from developing new content, I'm ready to reveal this season's first Living Sexy feature - a nurturing goddess and sultry mama, Anna. I had the unexpected surprise of meeting the lovely soul that she is while shooting a wedding down in St. Thomas this summer. Side note: we may or may not have left the wedding reception to go skinny dipping in the ocean (AFTER my photography duties were over, of course). I can't begin to explain how hot it was - the reception, that is ;)

Needless to say, she immediately struck me as a cool chick who made me feel like a cool chick too. Add to that the fact that she's a mother of two precious babies and I quickly developed a girl crush that would culminate in me shooting her for the blog. I just can't help it! Some people are inspired by museums, I'm inspired by the person behind the artwork. People are my thing.

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I told Anna my vision of capturing her in her element - as a mother - and she was 100% on board. At that point, I had yet to photograph a mother nursing her baby. For whatever reason, as close as I am to women of all ages and stages, it just hadn't happened. But alas, my time had come, and I knew in my heart that Anna was the perfect woman for the task. She's the type of woman who'd feel the freedom of letting me capture the special bond while breastfeeding. I knew she'd trust me in making it easy and comfortable, and that my main goal was to show her how perfect she is in this stage of life. 

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I'm not one to talk because I'm not a mother and I can't begin to imagine the psychological aspects of giving birth, sleep deprivation, dealing with related body issues, hormones, etc. BUT, if there's one thing I hope for when I become a mother, it's for self-acceptance + grace. Scratch that, I hope for that right now. I think a lot of us fall into patterns of judgement and dissatisfaction during times when what we really need is a little grace. Anna caught me off guard because she represents a woman who not only accepts herself but also loves herself even when her little one asks her to turn around so she can lay on her "squishy side." I'd want to stay squishy forever if my baby said that to me. Awwwwwwww.

The goal of this Living Sexy column has always been to hold a space for women to be themselves, feel loved and spread love in this community, starting with themselves. The goal of this specific post is to show you how different stages of womanhood can be beautiful, in hopes that no matter where you're at, you find grace within. I'l leave you with these special and striking images and video. 

 

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Please note these images are quite sensitive as they portray Anna and her beautiful baby while breastfeeding. Any inappropriate comment or misuse of this content will be immediately taken down. 

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Anna - I can't thank you enough for your time, beauty and trust in letting me include you in this project. Your little girls are blessed to have a mama who exemplifies self-love, playfulness and joy. 

A Journey Of 1,900 Miles And A Lesson on Being Still.

Growing up in Puerto Rico, the longest road trip we ever took consisted of a 3-hour ride to the other coast. Needless to say, extended trips in a car were never something I knew. For that reason, every chance I get to travel by car, I take it. There's something so special about being able to see something and react immediately. "That looks cool, let's stop and check it out!" was a phrase I thought many times during this last adventure. Dan and I traveled to the west coast to venture through some areas neither of us had ever visited. We covered 1,900 miles total and, despite some people's hesitation, we made it through unscathed! 

Starry night in Lone Pine, California taken with a 30-second exposure by placing my camera on top of the car hood.

Starry night in Lone Pine, California taken with a 30-second exposure by placing my camera on top of the car hood.

Ever since I backpacked through Europe with a friend and met a lot of couples traveling together, I've always said traveling is a perfect opportunity to really get to know someone. Let's be honest, there are TONS of unknowns when you're out of your comfort zone and most of the times, shit is going to hit the fan at some point, so it's a good idea to throw yourself into those scenarios now and see how you work together through it. Right?! Well, that's the way I see it at least! With all that said, traveling is such a precious opportunity to also learn about yourself. How do you like to start the morning when you're in a new place? What's your style of how you like to get to know a new city? Do you want to walk through it and [most likely] get lost or pay to get a proper tour? Do you prefer hanging with locals or seeing what other tourists are fussing about? Is camping doable or are you a must-sleep-in-hotels type person?

During road trips especially there is so much "white space," a phrase I use to denote the time spent actually driving. It's like a photo that has a lot of white/ empty area that doesn't really help you focus on what's actually going on in the picture. When I'm driving, or riding in the passenger seat, I'm pretty much in my own world. Thoughts zooming in and out, sometimes some make it out of my mouth and others continue their journey through the winding paths of my brain. The beauty of this white space while roadtripping (a super official word) is the silence. The opportunity to simply be. It's a sacred phenomenon because of the world we live in where it's almost mandatory to be connected. I definitely struggled letting go of the need to post, to inform, to account for my whereabouts. The lack of signal in most places we visited definitely helped, but I noticed how difficult it was for me to let go. In many of the "white spaces" during our trip, I thought about why it's so difficult for me to let go and simply be. The answer is not a simple one, and it's one that's ever-changing, but it boils down to this:

I want to leave a strong and meaningful legacy. 

It means so much to me to share my world with you because I want you to see what I see in the world. I want the world to know I think there's beauty all around us. I want to share the beauty of the world with everyone. I want people to connect with nature and find deeper meaning in their own lives. I yearn for the day the world knows peace. My words and my pictures are my gift to the world, and all of this - my blog, my business, my Instagram - is my way of giving back. And that's why "letting go" is so hard for me. I am so attached to my work because it's not just my work, it's my heart! It's a blurred space of what I love doing and what I'm meant to do.

Letting go and being present is something I work on every day, because the last thing I want is to one day blink my eyes and realize my life fast-forwarded before my eyes in the attempt to eternalize every moment through my pictures. The word ironic would take a life of its own if that happened. So in the spirit of sharing the world through my eyes while being "in the moment," here are some pictures from my trip and the journal entries from our adventures. I hope you feel the essence of the world through these images and this story.

Our dear, dear friends Jessie + Gerard who hosted us our first night!

Our dear, dear friends Jessie + Gerard who hosted us our first night!

Day 1: Pacific Coast Highway and Big Sur

We may have been a bit overzealous in planning our trip, adding up to 1,900 miles total, but looking back, there's not a thing I'd do different. After leaving Los Angeles early on November 21, we took the Pacific Coast Highway and headed north. After switching between inland and coastline driving, our final stretch to Big Sur was northing short of peaceful and perfect. We stopped in a cute town called Carpinteria to grab a bite, and were then blown away as we found Big Sur's coast. Before arriving to our campground for the night, we made sure to stop at Wal-Mart to buy way too many low-priced roadtrip snacks and the rest of our camping needs. 

All sugared up and already riding a high from the beauty we'd witnessed, we arrived at Fernwood Resort where we set up camp as switfly as possible before sunset. Once we had everything ready, we went up to the campground's tavern to relax, sip on a beer and eat while sitting on the very comfy leather couch and taking it all in. We made it through the first day!

Carpinteria, California

Carpinteria, California

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Day 2:  Big Sur

The views are a mix of cool and warm tones, adding up to a painting where the sea meets land in perfect friendship and the horizon meets the sky in a sweet embrace. 

It's hard for me not to say, "It's the most beautful place in the world," because, in hindsight, I couldn't pick what place out of all we saw was the most beautiful. 

Big Sur is truly a dream. The weather is perfect, not wavering below 40 degrees in its coolest months and 78 in its hottest. It has gorgeous coastlines, doable hikes, forests with majestic Redwoods and very little phone service. 

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Day 2:  Still in Big Sur

We woke up as early as we were able to, made a simple breakfast of oatmeal (with Reese's peanut butter cups) and coffee, packed up, and hit the road! 

There were a few spots in Big Sur we still wanted to see before turning east away from the coast, so we stopped at Limekiln Park, where we paid the $10 day rate and went on a relatively short hike. At the end of the path, there was a gentle waterfall that made us both smile from our hearts. We spent about 20 minutes there, taking pictures, videos and then in complete silence, just staring at the sky, trees and waterfall.

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Our last stop before going to Sequoia National Park was Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park, where there's a spectacular view of a waterfall that falls on a stunning beach cove. We got there pretty early, so we still had soft sunlight hitting the foliage on the mountains,  making the scene a very peaceful one.

There was only one exit on the Pacific Coast Highway to head east, so we (luckily) had to stay on it for a while, so we got a chance to see a few of the cliffside bridges that are famous there. The viewpoints were already getting full of tourists taking pictures, but it was still manageable to make a quick stop and experience the views. 

Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park, Big Sur, California

Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park, Big Sur, California

Day 2:  From Big Sur to Sequoia National Park

This was a pretty funny day.  We left Big Sur wearing light clothing on a beautiful, semi-warm day. A few hours later, passing through rolling hills and witnessing the moon rise,  we made it to the entrance of Sequoia National Park. The ranger at the booth asked whichcampground we were staying at that night, and once we named the one we had found online, she let us know there was a foot of snow on the ground at that campground. Turns out it was about 20 miles up the road and about 25 degrees colder than the lower-altitude one. Still wearing tanktops, we decided to set up camp at Potwisha Campground, the obvious choice - the warmer one. It was still about 40 degrees that night and I was pretty cold despite my awesome sleeping bag, so I can't imagine what Lodgepole campground was like. As soon as we arrived, we set up our tent in record time (for second-time campers) and locked all scented products in our site's locker to prevent bears from coming. I'll do whatever it takes to keep bears away, so I even locked up my cosmetics. The way I see it - you can never be too safe when it comes to bears! After a fun trip to the "town " of Three Rivers, we came back and slept. The next day, we made breakfast again and drove up the mountain to see the Giant Sequoias! 

Sequoia National Park

Sequoia National Park

Day 3: Sequoia National Park 

Majestic.

Beautiful.

Impressive.

Magical.

Inspiring.

Massive.

Regal.

Humbling.

Those are just a few of the top adjectives I'd use to describe these gorgeous trees. It's almost as if they're not even trees, they're so much more than that. They've been around for over 3,000 years! Silence and awe surrounded the trail as we walked through these beauties. I could spend all day staring up at them trying to wrap my head around how this came to be.

Baby Sequoias compared to the Big Boys

Baby Sequoias compared to the Big Boys

Day 4: Lone Pine

Oh, Lone Pine. A last-minute addition to our schedule and, to be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect. Not much of a planner myself, I didn't even look it up before going, mostly because I knew Dan really wanted to go to this town where "a lot of old western movies were filmed." As it's proven time and time again, Dan always chooses the things I end up loving the most. He chose a cozy cabin for us to stay in at a ranch that was nestled at the bottom of Mount Whitney, overlooking the entire valley. I don't have enough space here to describe just how much I loved Lone Pine. The quiet, tiny cabin with no electricity and only wall propane lamps, the sunrise and sunset, the starry night over the mountains, the intriguing shape (and name) of the Alabama Hills, the open space, the neutral and rich colors, the rock shop (!!!). Everything about Lone Pine was peaceful and simple. 

Road to our tiny cabin in Lone Pine. Taken with a 30-second exposure in pitch-black nighttime.

Road to our tiny cabin in Lone Pine. Taken with a 30-second exposure in pitch-black nighttime.

Our cabin :)

Our cabin :)

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Day 4: Mount Whitney

I have to admit, we got tremendously lucky with the weather. I have no idea what any of these places look like when they don't look like perfect postcard towns, but I surely am thankful for the climate we got! I'll repeat again how bizarre it is to experience various climates in a single day. 

We woke up early in our cute cabin, packed up and drove up to the mountain to the base of Mount Whitney to at least say we did that (rather than risk our lives and climb Mount Whitney completely unprepared). We were the only ones there beside all the bears the many signs warned us about, and we found a cool waterfall! It was half-frozen, so we climbed up its side to get a close-up view of the water splashing within the confinements of ice. 

Taken within 20 minutes of the picture above.

Taken within 20 minutes of the picture above.

Day 4: Death Valley

This was a really fun drive, once again. We had just left Mount Whitney and started stripping layers off as we approached Death Valley. The drive was so great because we stopped a lot to collect rocks from the side of the road (Lone Pine turned us both into rock experts, naturally) and also took advantage of the empty, long roads to take some scenery pictures! 

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Mesquite Flat Dunes (turn out they're not flat)

We also stopped at the Mesquite Flat Dunes and spent some time there taking in the impressive view. I just can't get over how many different landscapes are in view from these places. In the dunes, you have the amazing foreground of the smooth, silky sand, and then in the background you see tons of shadowy mountains. Of course, if you look down, you see the cracked ground. It's Death Valley, after all.

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Day 4: Death Valley

I get lost in the beauty of what we saw. The moonlight over Zabriskie Point was something I'll absolutely never forget. The color it emits onto your skin and onto the earth is indescribable, but the feeling it gives off is of peace.  

We arrived just in time to see the moon peek through the mountain before it soared high in the sky. Something I won't forget either was the out-of-nowhere wind storm we were caught in. It was almost impossible to stand upright to take in the sights. We had to crouch down near the edge to simply stare at everything around us. 

Though our time at Zabriskie Point was short, the sights will be ingrained in my head forever! It was absolutely breathtaking.

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Zabriskie Point. Lit by pure moonlight

Zabriskie Point. Lit by pure moonlight

Day 5: Sedona

After spending the night in Las Vegas and getting out of there as quickly as possible, we finally made it to Sedona. Our AirBnB was up on a hill that overlooked a long line of Red Rocks and was everything we needed and more! Our host welcomed us and gave us the quick tour of her home, which was decorated with warm and inviting decor. We immediately felt at home and relaxed by the fire after freshening up. It was such a blessing being there. 

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We spent Thanksgiving day hiking through Soldier's Pass Trail, where we may or may not have gotten lost trying to find the hidden route to the arches, but alas, we found them (next page)! I'd heard a lot about the energy in Sedona due to its vortexes, and I can attest that it's definitely a thing. The entire time in Sedona was different than the other places we visited. Perhaps it was a combination of our perfect AirBnB, the holiday and the vortexes, but being in Sedona was truly healing. I honestly can't wait to go back and make a tradition out of it. It's the type of place you truly connect with the earth and feel fully alive.

After a wonderful home-cooked Thanksgiving meal of ham and scalloped potatoes, we rested in the living room, sipped on wine, read, sat by the fire, watched the sun set over the mountains and just plain r-e-l-a-x-e-d. It was absolutely perfect and I can't wait to go back to Sedona! 

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Day 8-10: Tucson

The last leg of our trip was spent with Dan's parents in Tucson. We did so much with them! The first day after we arrived, they took us to the Desert Museum where we saw all kinds of animals, including some raptors! It was a mellow and relaxing time during our visit.

After dinner on our last night, Dan took me out on the golf cart so I could take pictures of the sky (he knows me so well). Every time I step into a vast space where I can see the full sky, I am blown away at how small we are. It's a scary but freeing feeling. Words cannot express how much I feel when I'm under the stars. As if it knew what I needed, the sky opened up and remained dark enough for me to witness the Milky Way galaxy. I was blown away! Staying really still, Dan and I managed to get a great shot to end our trip on... below is the very last picture taken on my camera. I think it sums up our trip perfectly: the world has so much beauty for us to see, in light and in darkness, and if you're truly still, you get to see it all.

Breathtaking night sky over Tucson, Arizona

Breathtaking night sky over Tucson, Arizona

Last thing! If you haven't already, watch our short video of the entire trip. I hope you enjoy the bits of beauty captured.