Posting a great number of erotic pictures of me makes me very uncomfortable but I do love a really hot erotic photograph. It inspires me to write about them and in a way they become prompts. What I love is implied eroticism not overt sexuality. I had an idea to try something new and open this up to you. I will post three pictures and if you would like to join in please do. I will write my little stories too and you can consider what your reactions are like compared with mine. It is amazing how many stories can come from the one picture.
To look at him he looks like so many other people. Nothing gives you the warning that he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Now don’t be thinking this is something bad. I happen to think it is the best thing on Earth.
Offer me your hand when we are in places where there are masses of people around us, knowing I find it difficult to be in crowds. You reinforce my courage.
I watched him lean into my neck and I welcomes the kiss I thought was coming. Instead of gentle lips he sucked hard, marking me with a love bite, which has me panting. Then his teeth sinks into my flesh leaving the mark of his teeth behind. I push away from him once the bite is done and move away from him.
It is evening and Michael has promised me a wonderful surprise. He picked my black evening dress that is backless. I choose to wear my long necklace but I put the longest part of it down my back. It the front it is like a glittering choke.
I have posed for erotic photographs with mixed reactions. In my early life, pictures were taken of me and I had no control over what was done with them. I looked very young in those days and I found them on a site that mortified me. Once my Master/husband died I swore I would never let that happen to me again. Please realize that even if you post a picture and take it down again, they can spread around the lifestyle sites and internet for years to come.
I slip into the darkened bedroom, alone and before my darling. I remove all of my clothing then, draw back the duvet and sheet and slip into the cool cocoon of fabric.
Water is the element of my soul. I swim naked and it holds me up and covers my body. It slips over the nerves of my body like the caress of silk. It cools my blood when I need to the dowse the flames. I swim to calm my battling emotions or to empty my mind.
You are the sun in my sky, the wind stroking my body and the fire in my veins.
The power of words can be far reaching especially within the world of BDSM. They can also prompt an emotional response.
Justin woke at about 2pm to find Cariad lain next to him just looking at him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Then he stretched languorously and sleepily asked, ‘How long have you been watching me?’
Justin woke at about 2pm to find Cariad lain next to him just looking at him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Then he stretched languorously and sleepily asked, ‘How long have you been watching me?