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.
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 am considering writing a fictional erotic book while putting all of the things concerned with consent, safe words and limits all included. I want to make sure there is a book that is a true reflection of the BDSM lifestyle on the market. I know I have written short stories and longer pieces in segments so you will know my writing style for erotica. I am going to include with this post a short example of part of the book. This is their first BDSM sex scene.
They emerged from the bathroom clean and dry. Justin just could not get the delicate scent of her out of his senses. He felt drunk on her, that was the only way to describe how he felt. He hadn’t taken a drink for almost a year now but he still understood the thirst and it was like he was thirsty for her. They were both dressed in the hotel white towelling robes and they sat down.
She kneels at your feet and as you circle her, you are struck by her beauty. Her face is delicate yet something about her gives an aura of strength. As you circle her, your heart beats faster and your cock twitches. Her spine is straight yet she holds a strong air of submission.
We circle each other around the fire between us, both of us seeing that look in our eyes. The fire emblazons the raging inferno that is our desire. It makes us pant, snarl and circle the fire. This can’t be contained nor smothered by words, as they are like water. The fire turns water to steam.