Eroticism

[softbird]

Napes - so little known, so little seen, but there they are, like little soft birds, twittering away in the background, filling our days and weeks and years with song we only sense, but never truly know how to hear.





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[softbird]

And the napes work so well with the backs. Every good nape must surely be an ally of an equally beautiful back. It's like the rolling prairies, the majestic wondrousness of the natural world, the oceans, and the creatures within them. What do you feel in the midst of a landscapes that speaks of your own insignificance?

 

[femboitessa]

Oh my...is this thread for real? are you for real @softbird

 

[NivKay]

Oh my...is this thread for real? are you for real @softbird

You better believe it!

 

[Hmm72]

And the napes work so well with the backs. Every good nape must surely be an ally of an equally beautiful back. It's like the rolling prairies, the majestic wondrousness of the natural world, the oceans, and the creatures within them. What do you feel in the midst of a landscapes that speaks of your own insignificance?

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Damn absolutely elegantly stunning

 

[NivKay]

Napes - so little known, so little seen, but there they are, like little soft birds, twittering away in the background, filling our days and weeks and years with song we only sense, but never truly know how to hear.

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Surely one of these is you, @softbird? A Chilean-Indian, so I'm guessing the second one?

 

[softbird]

Cartography is the science or art of charting lines, maping worlds, bringing the cosmos into our imaginations, to catch the incomprehensible.

yet the lines, the little undulations, the dips, the valleys, the secret bumps beneath the surface of my body are forver beyond knowing, the almost hidden depression between folds of skin where the thighs come together, or the often surprising gift of the buttons, wrapped, but irrepressible - these are the jewels I offer, the gems I keep.





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[softbird]

One of my favourite posts, I think (it’s hard to tell, there are so many gorgeous images!) It’s just… the moment of touch, and the magnetism… or gravitational pull… the sheer physics of it! To be in a state of being, within which not to reach out or to place one’s own skin against the other is no longer an option. Like being in a miniature, momentary crisis… and needing to follow the heart’s demand!

The gentle placing of a fingertip into the small of the back, says:

“I can’t stand here like this any longer without making contact with you.”
“I’m here, right behind you… you are strong… I love you.”
“If you were to turn now, I would hold you”
“I’m quietly yours, in this crowded room, here and now”

Such emotive images!

They are indeed. The touch is like blood that course through veins. Awareness. Attention.

 

[kneelingagain]

https://modelsociety.com/image/6121...setParams=sort=newest&filter=allimages&cat=41

 

[NivKay]

https://modelsociety.com/image/612134?set=feed&imgIndex=179&setParams=sort=newest&filter=allimages&cat=41

How lovely...erotic, and also in so many ways, divine, transcendent. It's like the act of kneeling is a path to some kind of sublime elevation

 

[softbird]

https://modelsociety.com/image/612134?set=feed&imgIndex=179&setParams=sort=newest&filter=allimages&cat=41

Thank you for posting! It's so ethereal!, and I love the site!!!

 

[kneelingagain]

https://modelsociety.com/image/613165?set=feed&skip=73&setParams=sort=newest&filter=allimages&cat=22

https://modelsociety.com/image/335169?ownerId=3e39e034-f39a-4f5d-b3b9-9f1b744c4a21&skip=19

 

[Coconutty70]

Napes - so little known, so little seen, but there they are, like little soft birds, twittering away in the background, filling our days and weeks and years with song we only sense, but never truly know how to hear.

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Oh… that’s got me.

Gorgeous necks, all on show… the little wisps of soft hair on the nape are so attractive! I’m a fan of seeking the nape under the hair. The act of stroking and parting hair at the nape and then leaning in to kiss the soft skin as it is revealed is tender and erotic. This is the realm of spine-tingling goosebumps! Even to catch a little wisp of hair between my lips while I tenderly kiss her nape, slowly pulling my mouth away, pulling gently on the hair while it slides away between my lips. I think that would require coming back for more, with an open mouth, to warmly consume more of the shapeliness of her neck. Kissing the neck is so tender to give, and so sensitive to receive, that I think it’s one the ultimate intimate exchanges a couple can experience.

So too is to run my fingers front the front of the neck, all the way around to the back, gathering her hair like a soft curtain, lifting her hair, pinning it up with my hand upon her head, tucked behind and around her ear, revealing the full majesty of the line which runs from the soft, sensitive skin behind her ear, to the base of her hairline, my eye following the gentle curving line, down and across her shoulder! I’ve never been able to resist touching and kissing necks. I’ve been teased about it in the past. If you combine this, with your previous post of touch, then perhaps it’s the most seductive, blissful scenario I could think of… straight from erotic heaven! These are the moments that make being close to someone rich and meaningful. And so erotic! OMG.

 

[softbird]

Oh… that’s got me.

Gorgeous necks, all on show… the little wisps of soft hair on the nape are so attractive! I’m a fan of seeking the nape under the hair. The act of stroking and parting hair at the nape and then leaning in to kiss the soft skin as it is revealed is tender and erotic. This is the realm of spine-tingling goosebumps! Even to catch a little wisp of hair between my lips while I tenderly kiss her nape, slowly pulling my mouth away, pulling gently on the hair while it slides away between my lips. I think that would require coming back for more, with an open mouth, to warmly consume more of the shapeliness of her neck. Kissing the neck is so tender to give, and so sensitive to receive, that I think it’s one the ultimate intimate exchanges a couple can experience.

So too is to run my fingers front the front of the neck, all the way around to the back, gathering her hair like a soft curtain, lifting her hair, pinning it up with my hand upon her head, tucked behind and around her ear, revealing the full majesty of the line which runs from the soft, sensitive skin behind her ear, to the base of her hairline, my eye following the gentle curving line, down and across her shoulder! I’ve never been able to resist touching and kissing necks. I’ve been teased about it in the past. If you combine this, with your previous post of touch, then perhaps it’s the most seductive, blissful scenario I could think of… straight from erotic heaven! These are the moments that make being close to someone rich and meaningful. And so erotic! OMG.

Goosebumps

 

[softbird]

Rope, how beautifully it cuts into flesh. Keeps you immobile, suspended, and yet, keeps you caged and safe...why do I swoon so much at the thought of rope against my flesh? Do you see how it pinches her? Do you feel how I shudder?



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[NivKay]

@softbird, given your way with words, I’m surprised you haven’t written anything and published. I’d be very intrigued to see some of your writing!

 

[softbird]

@softbird, given your way with words, I’m surprised you haven’t written anything and published. I’d be very intrigued to see some of your writing!

No, I haven't published here, nor anywhere else, though I do dabble in some scribblings. I think I would be quite awful at it, I certainly wouldn't wish to be so bold as to think any writing I did would be good!

 

[Hmm72]

No, I haven't published here, nor anywhere else, though I do dabble in some scribblings. I think I would be quite awful at it, I certainly wouldn't wish to be so bold as to think any writing I did would be good!

I would beg to differ on that and believe you would be quite the writer that will have people erotically captivated

 

[softbird]

There is an art to sitting. When one sits, one becomes grounded, landed, perhaps even hobbled, metaphorically speaking. But when one sits with brazenness, with an awareness of being observed, a sitting that calls attention to the radical rejection of proper-ness, then sitting becomes an act of agency, a narrative, voice, it becomes speech, eloquent iteration of fire.

Either folded, or parted, she sits with intent. Notice where her hands go, instinctively, traimed, it would seem, to protect, but I also see in that instinct, defiance, a gentle "no".

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[softbird]

I would beg to differ on that and believe you would be quite the writer that will have people erotically captivated

You’re a darling

 

[NivKay]

No, I haven't published here, nor anywhere else, though I do dabble in some scribblings. I think I would be quite awful at it, I certainly wouldn't wish to be so bold as to think any writing I did would be good!

I think none of us believe that. I think we would all agree, you’ll be brilliant at it!

 

[softbird]

Sometimes, the details, the minutiae of her form matters more than anything else. These subtle glmipses, they have the power to crumble the coldest exteriors. They don't seek to challenge, or question. They do not refuse, nor do they perform. But these details merely are. And yet, wars are fought over these details.

 

[NivKay]

I hear you. These are subtle messages we send into the world, right? I don't think we intend to. They're just there, happenstances. Maybe that's the magic behind them? They're unplanned..

 

[NivKay]

Movement, like Time itself, is both cruel in its eroticism, and tender in its seduction

I hadn't seen this before. But that is quite mesmerising!

 

[NivKay]

Legs are rivers, fluidity made manifest in bodies.

Even Neruda could not resist:

My thirst, my desire without end, my wavering road!
Dark river beds down which the eternal thirst is flowing,
and the fatigue is flowing, and the grief without shore.

They stamp their mark, like embossed tulle over the the skein of the world. Long after they have been seen, they track our paths like road maps, guides lighting our way.

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I think what these images are doing, @softbird is teaching us all how to see. Is that what you're doing? teaching us how to see?