A Sky Colored Cock

There are a few iterations of that image. I was trying to get them into the right format but Llehlla is a tech illiterate so she’s having trouble getting them to cooperate very well.
This next one is a test.
 
Almost everything I’ve posted this morning has been previously posted on this thread. I know there are a lot of pages, but here are two ideas if you like what you’ve seen.
1. Go back to the first post and read every single one! This would be a real commitment, however, and realize that it would take a long time to make your way through!
2. Randomly jab at page numbers and see what you see! Jab at this, jab at that….see what appeals. There is not one style so it’s kind of a smorgasbord. Hit or miss!
 
Yes, all "proto-quasi". Can't see much actual missionary stuff. It's like you were avoiding it. Does it bore you or something?
No, this is the closest I’ve got. I wasn’t consciously avoiding it, but maybe I overlooked it in my effort to create material I thought was “more arousing”?
I’m glad you brought up the subject because now I have a “new” position to work with!
 
@Llehlla - This was all so beautiful and sensual. Thank you for posting this series of images. And don't bother with any labels of missionary, quasi-missionary, or anything else. They are all lovely depictions of two people loving each other. Does it matter what we call it? In one of my stories, the two main characters (both men in this case), after many twists and turns and nearly losing each other, finally resolve everything and are making love in a final scene of passion that brings them together with all forgiven and restored. I wrote that they could "each say of the other that I am You." That was where I ran into that quote from Aristotle about love being one soul inhabiting two bodies. And I think your images visually depict that very well. Thank you for loading more images into my memory banks that show the power of love expressed through physical union.
 
@Llehlla - This was all so beautiful and sensual. Thank you for posting this series of images. And don't bother with any labels of missionary, quasi-missionary, or anything else. They are all lovely depictions of two people loving each other. Does it matter what we call it? In one of my stories, the two main characters (both men in this case), after many twists and turns and nearly losing each other, finally resolve everything and are making love in a final scene of passion that brings them together with all forgiven and restored. I wrote that they could "each say of the other that I am You." That was where I ran into that quote from Aristotle about love being one soul inhabiting two bodies. And I think your images visually depict that very well. Thank you for loading more images into my memory banks that show the power of love expressed through physical union.
Beautiful, and thank you.
 
When she was spread out on her bed, lying on her belly with her fingers coming up from underneath, she liked to imagine he was standing right there behind her, watching. Positioned behind her so he could see the whole progression from fingering over the white nylon fabric to when she yanked it aside for closer contact…and sometimes insertion. But she imagined him standing there , getting hard at the sight of her fingers working herself wet. So wet that her creamy arousal soaked through the fabric and made it semi- transparent. He could start to see his pink slit, and her mobile, soft lips through the moistened sheer strip that did less and less to hide her the more she fingered. She pictured his hardness while she poked her finger tip with its hood of stretchy film into her wet hole. Poke, press, push… with each penetration the wet stain grew larger. With her head resting down on the mattress, she smiled, knowing if he were really there he’d be THERE right now. View attachment 2482385
 
When she was spread out on her bed, lying on her belly with her fingers coming up from underneath, she liked to imagine he was standing right there behind her, watching. Positioned behind her so he could see the whole progression from fingering over the white nylon fabric to when she yanked it aside for closer contact…and sometimes insertion. But she imagined him standing there , getting hard at the sight of her fingers working herself wet. So wet that her creamy arousal soaked through the fabric and made it semi- transparent. He could start to see his pink slit, and her mobile, soft lips through the moistened sheer strip that did less and less to hide her the more she fingered. She pictured his hardness while she poked her finger tip with its hood of stretchy film into her wet hole. Poke, press, push… with each penetration the wet stain grew larger. With her head resting down on the mattress, she smiled, knowing if he were really there he’d be THERE right now. View attachment 2482385
I really enjoy the mental image of this girl, playing with herself for her own pleasure, but at the same time enticing the imaginary man behind her to take her.
Llehlla playing at being an artist.View attachment 2482453
I enjoy the fact that this looks quite real.
Ah I guess ladies do wear clothes sometimes ;)😛 . The dress looks quite nice. Very fashionable.
 
I really enjoy the mental image of this girl, playing with herself for her own pleasure, but at the same time enticing the imaginary man behind her to take her.

I enjoy the fact that this looks quite real.

Ah I guess ladies do wear clothes sometimes ;)😛 . The dress looks quite nice. Very fashionable.
Thank you for the feedback @Divindisguise.
Yes, why not throw a dress on every now and then?😄
 
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