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Saturday, 16 February 2019
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
“If I was talking an erotic photograph of you I would ask you to …”
This week’s prompt reminded me of one of the most erotic play sessions I’ve ever had, because it was spur of the moment, and I was being controlled yet getting pleasured.
While getting dressed to go out one evening, my b/f caught me, whilst I was only dressed in my underwear, just as I reached up into my wardrobe to get something to wear. He instructed me to stand there, as if my hands were fastened above my head, while he knelt between my legs and pleasured me. By the end, I was glad of the wardrobe’s support because my legs felt as weak as a newborn foal!
I included the incident in this Halloween Party themed story, but I think it’s great inspiration for an erotic photograph too.
Posy standing, dressed only in stockings and sexy lingerie but wearing high heels.
Posy is reaching up, her hands are fastened above her head (ropes or cuffs?)
Male lover kneels between her spread legs and is pleasuring her (orally or with hands and toys)
This photograph would work well from either angle - I like my neat bum so a rear view would look great (let’s dress me in seamed stockings!) However, in a basque or push up bra I give good cleavage, so from the front would look pretty lush too (maybe Posy is wearing a blindfold, or a gag?)
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Tuesday, 12 February 2019
#Lingerie is for Everyone
Extract from a letter to my lover ....
I miss you as soon as you leave. I hear your tread on the stairs and the slam of the door and already I’m desolate with longing. Your cum is still dribbling out of my pussy, making my fleshy folds wet and sticky, and yet I’m longing for you.
I lie in the tangled sheets, trying to track down the faintest hint of your aftershave (on the pillows perhaps). I pull and drag at my nipples with pincer-like fingers, an attempt to recreate the ache of desire you put in them. Bolts of sensation shoot down to my cunt, still gaping and stretched from our fucking, and I yearn to feel your cock between my thighs again, slamming into me. I like it rough (I deserve it rough, I am your whore, your concubine, ready to be fucked or used to please you at a moment’s notice).
My hand trails down between my legs, roaming over my mons and the tops of my thighs, my bare, smooth skin is chafed and reddened by your stubble since you pleasured me with your talented tongue. Sir - I turn to liquid once more re-living the feel of your lips, teeth and tongue as you teased me to orgasm, while looking up at me with your startling blue eyes. I could drown in your gaze, you pin me with it, and I’m trapped like a butterfly in a display.
[For more of this love letter visit here]