Sienna's Place.

[blade_rocknut]

Ah! you're a breast man

Not really the focus of my intent.......I rather meant to imply that my mind is open to all manner of things in the presence of the female form.....bewbz being a rather obvious indicator of such. Of course I do enjoy them immensely; big or small.....but I can't say that breasts are my focus; or my favorite part of a woman. I rather lust after sexy legs, asses with gusto, and likely my favorite part is where those two meet

And then there are hips and tender necks, and.....and.....and......

 

[Sienna]

Not really the focus of my intent.......I rather meant to imply that my mind is open to all manner of things in the presence of the female form.....bewbz being a rather obvious indicator of such. Of course I do enjoy them immensely; big or small.....but I can't say that breasts are my focus; or my favorite part of a woman. I rather lust after sexy legs, asses with gusto, and likely my favorite part is where those two meet

And then there are hips and tender necks, and.....and.....and......

You sound the tender caressing romantic type blade?

 

[blade_rocknut]

You sound the tender caressing romantic type blade?

With kinky undertones......

Hell; sometimes overtones!

 

[Sienna]

FLASHBACK : 15th September 2005

Here's my challenge entry I was going to post on my Group... which isn't there anymore...

Enjoy...

Challenge – (1) Sight.

Always There.
Kirsty waited patiently as the surgeon unwrapped her bandages. The moment of truth had arrived after four long weeks of waiting. As each wrap came away she prayed to herself, clenching her fists in anticipation. “Almost there my dear.” The surgeon reassured her. And then she felt the last wrap of bandage fall away. One by one the surgeon removed the patches and she forced her eyelids to open gently.

The excitement ran through her as she saw everything around her. It was as if she had entered another world. For the first time she could make out shapes and forms that once was only described to her or that she could feel. Now the world had suddenly become a different place altogether as the senses of sight rushed into her mind. She gasped, almost breathless sending out her mixed emotions of both happiness and fear. Fear, because until now, this sense was totally unknown to her.

The surgeon stood before her, bending forwards, looking directly at her. “It seems you have sight my dear. I knew the surgery would work. It’s becoming immensely popular these days, allowing thousands to see for the first time.” Her pupils moved rapidly as she focused. He was the first ever person she had seen without the “seeing” senses of her fingertip touches. It seemed so natural that her mind began to rapidly adjust to drawing parallels between one dependent sense to that of a new one. The concept of colour and shape was definitely new to her like never before.

“Is that your skin?” she asked excitedly. “Is that what it looks like?” The surgeon ignored her comment and continued to examine her eyes. “Your nose and eyes? Your mouth and lips?” He was accustomed to first reactions from patients and allowed her to observe. She took his elbows in her hand and just stared at him. He gently removed her hands so that he could stand back and look.

“You have very pretty eyes.” He commented with a smile. “Now you can use them. But first I need to do some tests if you don’t mind?” She began to look around the surgery, taking in everything she could focus upon whilst trying to stay calm and seated. She looked down at her own manicured fingernails, their shape and colour and then at the rest of herself as she gazed downwards at the clothing and colours, a mixture of known with the totally newly discovered.

After a few minutes the new sense was becoming a familiar thing. It replaced that strange darkness that once existed. She realised how easier it was to identify with solid objects around her, but those colours and shades were something else. People she knew and recognised “looked” different because now she could actually see them. And when she met her mother in reception, her first reaction was to do both, feel and see. As her fingertips scanned so did her eyes, matching up one sense with the other. “Mum, I can see you,” she cried almost uncontrollably. They both celebrated that special happy moment with tears and hugs as Kirsty began to feel a sense of total rebirth.

That first evening, after being introduced to her family and friends at home, she took one lingering look at herself in the full-length mirror attached to her wardrobe. She began to realise her own personal self. “Is that me?” she asked. She watched her lips voice her words in the reflection and touched her own face. “Who am I?” she continued to ask herself.

“It’s you Kirsty. That is the woman I love.” David stood behind her and she watched his reflection as he rested his hands upon her shoulders staring at her. But there was something different about him. She had realised that as soon as she had met him that afternoon. He was not only more handsome than she had realised, but more sexual too. The gift of sight had added something extra to her feelings about him. She also noticed it in herself too as she looked at her own reflected image. Suddenly she began to appreciate beauty for what it was and now it made more sense as to why people took pride in their appearances playing upon a concept that she had never totally understood before.

Slowly David eased the straps free of her shoulders, allowing the pink dress to fall free from the top of her body exposing her naked breasts. They looked just as they had felt before, soft and so well formed, but now she could see how the various differences in skin tones combined. Beauty surely was in the eyes of the beholder. And when David caressed her breasts she could see how intensifying it looked which complimented the feelings.

As they lay both naked on the bed, she took her time to look at every part of his body. Feeling, smelling and now seeing it with her very own eyes. And David himself realised that she had become different too in her approach to lovemaking. It was as if she had discovered a new dimension and indeed she had. Her fingers caressed his erect penis as she licked its tip. Now she could gaze up at him and see his reaction. Never before was that possible and what she did and saw made it all the more intense. She turned and looked at their reflection in a mirror and the sight made her feel much more powerful in some uncanny way. The power of sight in erotic behaviour was another dimension altogether it seemed. And one she was about to learn very quickly.

Three months had passed and Kirsty was now used to the world of vision and the many things it added to her life. She had developed a passion for the movies, evolving from just hearing them or reading stories from a line of dots embossed in paper. Life certainly became much faster in pace and David began to realise this too. Her interests expanded and he began to feel less and less important in her life. She no longer depended upon him as she spent more and more time away from home and constantly in his devoted care. Even their lovemaking began to suffer after the newly discovered peak in visual appreciation. Kirsty soon began to discover other things beyond their world together as a couple. She loved David as the man she married and cared for, but there were other men too. Men who she had already met and knew as friends and acquaintances or even just passing strangers in her day-to-day activities.

“I need a job,” she declared. David was shocked to hear her. He had never even considered that she would want to work so rapidly. They sat facing each other at the dining table and she was sulking. “I feel so useless,” she continued. “You can’t expect me to just stay around home all day and do nothing. Even my own mother has abandoned me. I never see her from one day to the next unless I invite her.”

“I agree you are more and more independent, but a job is something else.” David was determined to slow the pace down. She was running too fast before she could even walk straight. She had always been taken care of by either him or her mother. And, he was not so keen on loosing her so quickly to the rest of the world quite yet.

“I think I’m ready. I have been making enquiries.” Kirsty told him. David looked at her, wondering where and who with. “I’ve been to see Val and he thinks I can hold a good position in his organisation. And we need that extra income.”

“Val?” David dropped his cutlery at the mention of his name. “Why did you ask him for work?” He stood and leaned across the table at her angrily. Kirsty remained unmoved and stared back with a grin on her face. “You know what I think about that guy don’t you?”

“You are just jealous, that’s all.”

“No Kirsty. I know what he wants from you. You can’t even see it with your own eyes can you?” The comment was inappropriate as both of them realised instantly. David bowed his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her and appealed for her forgiveness and understanding. “Kirsty, he only wants your body. He wants to get you into his bed and once he’s done that he’ll dump you like all the others.”

She listened, but knew in her own heart and mind that David was just protecting her from something that she believed did not exist. Val was a new friend who had introduced her to things she could not appreciate until recently. This new world was full of new discoveries and Val was one of its dashing heroes in her mind.
“No David, you are so wrong. And I’m going to take his offer as soon as I can. Please don’t even try to stop me.” Kirsty made it clear to him. She was now determined to enter a new lifestyle so different to the one that she had known during the past twenty-seven years of her life. With sight came a new beginning.
Val Briton was a good employer. He allowed Kirsty the time to adapt to using the keyboards in his office with the assistance of Angela, his long-standing personal assistant. She was quick to learn, already familiar with the basics of Braille. Typing soon became easy to master. But, Val was not interested in Kirsty being an extra hand in his busy studio. He had other areas he wanted to explore with her and Kirsty was not resisting his ultimate intentions.

The new sense of vision allowed Kirsty to use her aesthetic mind and photography became her new interest. Val stood behind her in his studio and watched as she focused the camera on his latest subject, a glamour model named Casey, who was adorably pretty. Val dictated Casey’s poses, semi-naked and very erotic. The more he pushed the young model to show more of her talents, the more he directed Kirsty to react with the camera. Soon the shots turned more and more erotic as Casey was drawn into his intended theme. And, Kirsty became as equally drawn into his theme also. The two women began to play with each other, one giving the shots, the other taking.

Kirsty began to realise what was happening and stopped suddenly as Casey sat in the chair posing with her legs wide apart. “Keep going.” Val ordered. “Don’t stop there. You have to milk it for everything you can get.”

“Wait.” Kirsty turned to Val. “This is going a little too far don’t you think?” He grabbed the camera looking back at her with his wild blue eyes staring. “Why don’t you join her?” he asked. “Go ahead, I know you want to.”

“I don’t think so.”

Kirsty left the studio and returned to her desk in the office. Angela noticed that she was disturbed by something and it did not take too long to discover the reasons. “You’re not the first.” She explained in a low voice. “I’ve seen them come and go since I’ve been working for him. He’s a womaniser and lets face it, a man like him will never change. You are exactly the type of girl he preys on.” Her words matched David’s warnings exactly. Val was indeed very smooth in his nature and it was not too difficult to be swept along with his charms.

“Does he ever try it on with you?” Kirsty asked.

“Oh no. I don’t have what you and the rest have.” Angela laughed. “Besides, I’m middle-aged and happily married with kids and I’m certainly no glamour chick. He’s wanting to get you into his bed and as an added bonus make you into one of them.”

“Them?”

“Yes, the models. Didn’t you know his game?”

Kirsty thought for a moment. Glamour was certainly nice to look at. It sold things in advertising, which she thought Val was rather good at by creating images for various agencies. His techniques were amongst the best there was. However, posing naked and showing the world your private domains were to say the least, a little extreme for advertising. “Yes, I know what you mean now. I didn’t know he was into that kind of thing.”

“Actually he makes more money from that than the usual stuff.” Angela continued. “I have seen it all and I know exactly what business he does. He’s looking for someone new. Someone who can give him credibility in his professional career.”

That evening after dinner, Kirsty sat opposite ends of the dinning table with David as usual. “Can I ask you something?” she asked. David looked at her as she leaned forwards. “Do you think I’d make a good photographic model?” And, in David’s mind there were no doubts about the answer. He not only loved her enough to marry her, but she was everything that he looked for in a woman, despite her past disability. Now Kirsty was completely perfect in his own judgement.

“I don’t know what exactly you are trying to ask, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon. Why are you asking me this?” He was totally sincere and Kirsty could see it. For the first time ever, she saw that expression and look in his eyes that told her that there were no doubts about how he felt for her. She felt the same feelings for him and always did. She also realised how lucky she was to have found a man like him to share her life with.

“I just discovered what you meant today about Val Briton. I was blind in more ways than just sight. I was also blind in seeing behind someone’s nature and intentions. You were right about him.”

“Did he do anything to you?” David asked. Kirsty stared up to the ceiling and sighed, pausing a while before giving him an answer. “No. I think I realised just in time,” she replied reaching for his hand. David took it and squeezed. “Now I know.”

It had been a while since they had made love. The new ambitions Kirsty had discovered had put a brake on things. She had certainly discovered other men and how she could use her own charms and sexuality to play around with their minds. But now she began to realise that playing around was not the way to continue. Especially when she was so devoted to one man in particular. Atleast he was faithful and he was always there when she needed him, which was something she was slowly neglecting in her newly found life-style.
Together they lay beside the crackling fire set in the old-style fireplace. The firelight from the burning logs reflected in both their faces as they sat and cuddled into each other. They both decided without words exchanged between them to disrobe from each of their clothes and for a short spell they resumed their cuddles, drinking red wine and just simply enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them were aroused at first until David decided to run his fingers along her thigh stopping short of her pubic mound which was as it always had been, full and unclipped with her soft mousy brown hair.

“Remember how I used to touch you like this?” David whispered in her ear. Kirsty nodded smiling, remembering exactly that certain touch. “And then, I waited before doing this…” She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed through her pubes before parting her lips as he nibbled her earlobes softly. She replied with a soft approving moan as his fingers entered her labia, feeling her dampness. Kirsty could feel herself drifting back to a time when feeling was all she had and in a way it was all she needed to appreciate his loving romantic advances.

Before long, David was showing her once again what they had always shared in lovemaking. His rigid manhood penetrated slowly and deeply on that first entry that always took her breath away as she tightened her grip responsively. Then he slowly moved in and out as he kissed and caressed each breast in turn, bringing her gently to an orgasmic level where she could hold tight and ride the ensuing waves of passion as he bit on her nipples, pulling them further to an aroused attention.

Kirsty began to rediscover that sight was not that important in lovemaking. It was certainly nice to watch through a nearby mirror, but the feeling and closeness was more important. David had learned that too in the sharing of what conditions had existed. As long as they both shared those feelings together, nothing else really mattered.

The End.

Sienna

 

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[prop69]

FLASHBACK : 15th September 2005

Here's my challenge entry I was going to post on my Group... which isn't there anymore...

Enjoy...

Challenge – (1) Sight.

Always There.
Kirsty waited patiently as the surgeon unwrapped her bandages. The moment of truth had arrived after four long weeks of waiting. As each wrap came away she prayed to herself, clenching her fists in anticipation. “Almost there my dear.” The surgeon reassured her. And then she felt the last wrap of bandage fall away. One by one the surgeon removed the patches and she forced her eyelids to open gently.

The excitement ran through her as she saw everything around her. It was as if she had entered another world. For the first time she could make out shapes and forms that once was only described to her or that she could feel. Now the world had suddenly become a different place altogether as the senses of sight rushed into her mind. She gasped, almost breathless sending out her mixed emotions of both happiness and fear. Fear, because until now, this sense was totally unknown to her.

The surgeon stood before her, bending forwards, looking directly at her. “It seems you have sight my dear. I knew the surgery would work. It’s becoming immensely popular these days, allowing thousands to see for the first time.” Her pupils moved rapidly as she focused. He was the first ever person she had seen without the “seeing” senses of her fingertip touches. It seemed so natural that her mind began to rapidly adjust to drawing parallels between one dependent sense to that of a new one. The concept of colour and shape was definitely new to her like never before.

“Is that your skin?” she asked excitedly. “Is that what it looks like?” The surgeon ignored her comment and continued to examine her eyes. “Your nose and eyes? Your mouth and lips?” He was accustomed to first reactions from patients and allowed her to observe. She took his elbows in her hand and just stared at him. He gently removed her hands so that he could stand back and look.

“You have very pretty eyes.” He commented with a smile. “Now you can use them. But first I need to do some tests if you don’t mind?” She began to look around the surgery, taking in everything she could focus upon whilst trying to stay calm and seated. She looked down at her own manicured fingernails, their shape and colour and then at the rest of herself as she gazed downwards at the clothing and colours, a mixture of known with the totally newly discovered.

After a few minutes the new sense was becoming a familiar thing. It replaced that strange darkness that once existed. She realised how easier it was to identify with solid objects around her, but those colours and shades were something else. People she knew and recognised “looked” different because now she could actually see them. And when she met her mother in reception, her first reaction was to do both, feel and see. As her fingertips scanned so did her eyes, matching up one sense with the other. “Mum, I can see you,” she cried almost uncontrollably. They both celebrated that special happy moment with tears and hugs as Kirsty began to feel a sense of total rebirth.

That first evening, after being introduced to her family and friends at home, she took one lingering look at herself in the full-length mirror attached to her wardrobe. She began to realise her own personal self. “Is that me?” she asked. She watched her lips voice her words in the reflection and touched her own face. “Who am I?” she continued to ask herself.

“It’s you Kirsty. That is the woman I love.” David stood behind her and she watched his reflection as he rested his hands upon her shoulders staring at her. But there was something different about him. She had realised that as soon as she had met him that afternoon. He was not only more handsome than she had realised, but more sexual too. The gift of sight had added something extra to her feelings about him. She also noticed it in herself too as she looked at her own reflected image. Suddenly she began to appreciate beauty for what it was and now it made more sense as to why people took pride in their appearances playing upon a concept that she had never totally understood before.

Slowly David eased the straps free of her shoulders, allowing the pink dress to fall free from the top of her body exposing her naked breasts. They looked just as they had felt before, soft and so well formed, but now she could see how the various differences in skin tones combined. Beauty surely was in the eyes of the beholder. And when David caressed her breasts she could see how intensifying it looked which complimented the feelings.

As they lay both naked on the bed, she took her time to look at every part of his body. Feeling, smelling and now seeing it with her very own eyes. And David himself realised that she had become different too in her approach to lovemaking. It was as if she had discovered a new dimension and indeed she had. Her fingers caressed his erect penis as she licked its tip. Now she could gaze up at him and see his reaction. Never before was that possible and what she did and saw made it all the more intense. She turned and looked at their reflection in a mirror and the sight made her feel much more powerful in some uncanny way. The power of sight in erotic behaviour was another dimension altogether it seemed. And one she was about to learn very quickly.

Three months had passed and Kirsty was now used to the world of vision and the many things it added to her life. She had developed a passion for the movies, evolving from just hearing them or reading stories from a line of dots embossed in paper. Life certainly became much faster in pace and David began to realise this too. Her interests expanded and he began to feel less and less important in her life. She no longer depended upon him as she spent more and more time away from home and constantly in his devoted care. Even their lovemaking began to suffer after the newly discovered peak in visual appreciation. Kirsty soon began to discover other things beyond their world together as a couple. She loved David as the man she married and cared for, but there were other men too. Men who she had already met and knew as friends and acquaintances or even just passing strangers in her day-to-day activities.

“I need a job,” she declared. David was shocked to hear her. He had never even considered that she would want to work so rapidly. They sat facing each other at the dining table and she was sulking. “I feel so useless,” she continued. “You can’t expect me to just stay around home all day and do nothing. Even my own mother has abandoned me. I never see her from one day to the next unless I invite her.”

“I agree you are more and more independent, but a job is something else.” David was determined to slow the pace down. She was running too fast before she could even walk straight. She had always been taken care of by either him or her mother. And, he was not so keen on loosing her so quickly to the rest of the world quite yet.

“I think I’m ready. I have been making enquiries.” Kirsty told him. David looked at her, wondering where and who with. “I’ve been to see Val and he thinks I can hold a good position in his organisation. And we need that extra income.”

“Val?” David dropped his cutlery at the mention of his name. “Why did you ask him for work?” He stood and leaned across the table at her angrily. Kirsty remained unmoved and stared back with a grin on her face. “You know what I think about that guy don’t you?”

“You are just jealous, that’s all.”

“No Kirsty. I know what he wants from you. You can’t even see it with your own eyes can you?” The comment was inappropriate as both of them realised instantly. David bowed his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her and appealed for her forgiveness and understanding. “Kirsty, he only wants your body. He wants to get you into his bed and once he’s done that he’ll dump you like all the others.”

She listened, but knew in her own heart and mind that David was just protecting her from something that she believed did not exist. Val was a new friend who had introduced her to things she could not appreciate until recently. This new world was full of new discoveries and Val was one of its dashing heroes in her mind.
“No David, you are so wrong. And I’m going to take his offer as soon as I can. Please don’t even try to stop me.” Kirsty made it clear to him. She was now determined to enter a new lifestyle so different to the one that she had known during the past twenty-seven years of her life. With sight came a new beginning.
Val Briton was a good employer. He allowed Kirsty the time to adapt to using the keyboards in his office with the assistance of Angela, his long-standing personal assistant. She was quick to learn, already familiar with the basics of Braille. Typing soon became easy to master. But, Val was not interested in Kirsty being an extra hand in his busy studio. He had other areas he wanted to explore with her and Kirsty was not resisting his ultimate intentions.

The new sense of vision allowed Kirsty to use her aesthetic mind and photography became her new interest. Val stood behind her in his studio and watched as she focused the camera on his latest subject, a glamour model named Casey, who was adorably pretty. Val dictated Casey’s poses, semi-naked and very erotic. The more he pushed the young model to show more of her talents, the more he directed Kirsty to react with the camera. Soon the shots turned more and more erotic as Casey was drawn into his intended theme. And, Kirsty became as equally drawn into his theme also. The two women began to play with each other, one giving the shots, the other taking.

Kirsty began to realise what was happening and stopped suddenly as Casey sat in the chair posing with her legs wide apart. “Keep going.” Val ordered. “Don’t stop there. You have to milk it for everything you can get.”

“Wait.” Kirsty turned to Val. “This is going a little too far don’t you think?” He grabbed the camera looking back at her with his wild blue eyes staring. “Why don’t you join her?” he asked. “Go ahead, I know you want to.”

“I don’t think so.”

Kirsty left the studio and returned to her desk in the office. Angela noticed that she was disturbed by something and it did not take too long to discover the reasons. “You’re not the first.” She explained in a low voice. “I’ve seen them come and go since I’ve been working for him. He’s a womaniser and lets face it, a man like him will never change. You are exactly the type of girl he preys on.” Her words matched David’s warnings exactly. Val was indeed very smooth in his nature and it was not too difficult to be swept along with his charms.

“Does he ever try it on with you?” Kirsty asked.

“Oh no. I don’t have what you and the rest have.” Angela laughed. “Besides, I’m middle-aged and happily married with kids and I’m certainly no glamour chick. He’s wanting to get you into his bed and as an added bonus make you into one of them.”

“Them?”

“Yes, the models. Didn’t you know his game?”

Kirsty thought for a moment. Glamour was certainly nice to look at. It sold things in advertising, which she thought Val was rather good at by creating images for various agencies. His techniques were amongst the best there was. However, posing naked and showing the world your private domains were to say the least, a little extreme for advertising. “Yes, I know what you mean now. I didn’t know he was into that kind of thing.”

“Actually he makes more money from that than the usual stuff.” Angela continued. “I have seen it all and I know exactly what business he does. He’s looking for someone new. Someone who can give him credibility in his professional career.”

That evening after dinner, Kirsty sat opposite ends of the dinning table with David as usual. “Can I ask you something?” she asked. David looked at her as she leaned forwards. “Do you think I’d make a good photographic model?” And, in David’s mind there were no doubts about the answer. He not only loved her enough to marry her, but she was everything that he looked for in a woman, despite her past disability. Now Kirsty was completely perfect in his own judgement.

“I don’t know what exactly you are trying to ask, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon. Why are you asking me this?” He was totally sincere and Kirsty could see it. For the first time ever, she saw that expression and look in his eyes that told her that there were no doubts about how he felt for her. She felt the same feelings for him and always did. She also realised how lucky she was to have found a man like him to share her life with.

“I just discovered what you meant today about Val Briton. I was blind in more ways than just sight. I was also blind in seeing behind someone’s nature and intentions. You were right about him.”

“Did he do anything to you?” David asked. Kirsty stared up to the ceiling and sighed, pausing a while before giving him an answer. “No. I think I realised just in time,” she replied reaching for his hand. David took it and squeezed. “Now I know.”

It had been a while since they had made love. The new ambitions Kirsty had discovered had put a brake on things. She had certainly discovered other men and how she could use her own charms and sexuality to play around with their minds. But now she began to realise that playing around was not the way to continue. Especially when she was so devoted to one man in particular. Atleast he was faithful and he was always there when she needed him, which was something she was slowly neglecting in her newly found life-style.
Together they lay beside the crackling fire set in the old-style fireplace. The firelight from the burning logs reflected in both their faces as they sat and cuddled into each other. They both decided without words exchanged between them to disrobe from each of their clothes and for a short spell they resumed their cuddles, drinking red wine and just simply enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them were aroused at first until David decided to run his fingers along her thigh stopping short of her pubic mound which was as it always had been, full and unclipped with her soft mousy brown hair.

“Remember how I used to touch you like this?” David whispered in her ear. Kirsty nodded smiling, remembering exactly that certain touch. “And then, I waited before doing this…” She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed through her pubes before parting her lips as he nibbled her earlobes softly. She replied with a soft approving moan as his fingers entered her labia, feeling her dampness. Kirsty could feel herself drifting back to a time when feeling was all she had and in a way it was all she needed to appreciate his loving romantic advances.

Before long, David was showing her once again what they had always shared in lovemaking. His rigid manhood penetrated slowly and deeply on that first entry that always took her breath away as she tightened her grip responsively. Then he slowly moved in and out as he kissed and caressed each breast in turn, bringing her gently to an orgasmic level where she could hold tight and ride the ensuing waves of passion as he bit on her nipples, pulling them further to an aroused attention.

Kirsty began to rediscover that sight was not that important in lovemaking. It was certainly nice to watch through a nearby mirror, but the feeling and closeness was more important. David had learned that too in the sharing of what conditions had existed. As long as they both shared those feelings together, nothing else really mattered.

The End.

Sienna

Enjoyed the story

 

[prop69]

A cock a day keeps the assholes away.... or I could be wrong, so very very wrong...

Gaia,

Even before I checked...I figured this would be one of your pics.

 

[Sienna]

Hi Everyone



Here is something to start the evening with

Lexi & Annabelle

Enjoy

 

[Sienna]

A hand job with extra essence

Here is something I tried some time ago and thought I would share...

Lots of men like hand jobs, well, I should imagine all of you do from past experience. But, have you ever had a hand job using love juice for lubrication without entering your partner? Or have you given a hand job that way? Or even have you ever used your partners love juice for cock lube?

To get the full effect of this, you must not allow your partner to suck, lick or spit on the cock. Rub it so that it is dry and the glans turns shinny. Then the person giving you the hand job (female obviously) can begin to apply her fingers around the head and just below it on the shaft covered in her own love juices. Applying more and more when required during the slow gentle play and stroking.

The best juices to use are the juices that have been around for a while, so the female partner must have been horny for a while so that they are really sticky. The stickier and creamier the juices are the better. The essence of sex from these juices makes the hand job more pleasurable to the senses, touch, feel and smell.

Once the man cums the love juice mingles with his and you have that mixture of essence that is made "inside" on the "outside", bringing the essence to both of you. The man does taste different by the way and for the ladies, worth a try if you like to lick him clean and/or your fingers afterwards.

 

[Sienna]

The Best Of Sophie Milman:

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Sophie Milman

Beautiful Love

I Can't Make You Love Me

Make Someone Happy

Rocket Love

Fever

My Heart Belongs To Daddy

Eli, Eli (*sung in Hebrew*)

Bye Bye Love

 

[prop69]

A hand job with extra essence

Here is something I tried some time ago and thought I would share...

Lots of men like hand jobs, well, I should imagine all of you do from past experience. But, have you ever had a hand job using love juice for lubrication without entering your partner? Or have you given a hand job that way? Or even have you ever used your partners love juice for cock lube?

To get the full effect of this, you must not allow your partner to suck, lick or spit on the cock. Rub it so that it is dry and the glans turns shinny. Then the person giving you the hand job (female obviously) can begin to apply her fingers around the head and just below it on the shaft covered in her own love juices. Applying more and more when required during the slow gentle play and stroking.

The best juices to use are the juices that have been around for a while, so the female partner must have been horny for a while so that they are really sticky. The stickier and creamier the juices are the better. The essence of sex from these juices makes the hand job more pleasurable to the senses, touch, feel and smell.

Once the man cums the love juice mingles with his and you have that mixture of essence that is made "inside" on the "outside", bringing the essence to both of you. The man does taste different by the way and for the ladies, worth a try if you like to lick him clean and/or your fingers afterwards.

Never heard of that before....However, my cock got hard just reading about the hand job.

 

[Sienna]

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[prop69]

Hi Everyone



Here is something to start the evening with

Lexi & Annabelle

Enjoy

Excellent Lesbian video!!!

Both women were gorgeous with cute tits and sweet pussies!!!


Rub - a = dub dub...3 men in a tub.

I would love to be #3!!!\

 

[Sienna]

Never heard of that before....However, my cock got hard just reading about the hand job.

It provides the same essence as giving cunnilingus prop. Only the love juice essence does not get licked away... it gets stronger the more you use it and cover his cock in it

 

[Anaconda man]

It provides the same essence as giving cunnilingus prop. Only the love juice essence does not get licked away... it gets stronger the more you use it and cover his cock in it

Hi Sienna, hope you got the lovely relaxing weekend you were hoping for!

 

[Sienna]

Hi Sienna, hope you got the lovely relaxing weekend you were hoping for!

Hi Anaconda ... Yes, it was very relaxing thank you And how are you?

 

[Anaconda man]

Hi Anaconda ... Yes, it was very relaxing thank you And how are you?

I'm very glad to hear it! Yeah I'm good thanks, apart from not being able to sleep. My own fault though for not getting home until 8 this morning then sleeping all day. I'll pay for it tomorrow!

 

[Sienna]

I'm very glad to hear it! Yeah I'm good thanks, apart from not being able to sleep. My own fault though for not getting home until 8 this morning then sleeping all day. I'll pay for it tomorrow!

Sounds like you had a good night out I think I'm due for one of those myself

 

[Anaconda man]

Sounds like you had a good night out I think I'm due for one of those myself

It was a great afternoon, evening, night and morning!
Aww I'm sure you'll get a good night out soon!

 

[Sienna]

It was a great afternoon, evening, night and morning!
Aww I'm sure you'll get a good night out soon!

Just needs planning in my case. The old posse have gone their own ways now.

There is only Jules I keep in touch with regularly as you know, but I do have a chance of a "Goth Night" out at a bar in Sheffield with Scoots. All I need to do is arrange it and find something "gothy" to wear. Should be interesting.

As for TRT... he either goes to the local and treats me to a restaraunt now and then. The local pubs? Nah... not really my thing

 

[Anaconda man]

Just needs planning in my case. The old posse have gone their own ways now.

There is only Jules I keep in touch with regularly as you know, but I do have a chance of a "Goth Night" out at a bar in Sheffield with Scoots. All I need to do is arrange it and find something "gothy" to wear. Should be interesting.

As for TRT... he either goes to the local and treats me to a restaraunt now and then. The local pubs? Nah... not really my thing

Well get planning then young lady! And get yout goth on! I'm not really a local pub sort of person either, I'd prefer to be out amongst it or not out at all.

 

[Sienna]

Well get planning then young lady! And get yout goth on! I'm not really a local pub sort of person either, I'd prefer to be out amongst it or not out at all.

Yes, I understand. Besides, the local pubs where I live are full of old men and "nowhere-to-go" regulars like TRT is becoming

 

[Anaconda man]

Yes, I understand. Besides, the local pubs where I live are full of old men and "nowhere-to-go" regulars like TRT is becoming

Ha! I haven't even been in the two local pubs near me, but they have some strange characters hanging about them outside!

 

[Sienna]

Ha! I haven't even been in the two local pubs near me, but they have some strange characters hanging about them outside!

I believe they call them "smokers"

http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2007/06/cardiffsmokersPA_243x197.jpg

 

[parker77]

Regarding porn, I love sapphic porn, giving hand and blow jobs and the usual man/woman sex. I like to see the mens faces in porn. I hate it when you never see them. It spoils the fun of knowing how gorgeous or ugly he is...

Agreed and, silly as it may sound, add in a bit of seduction as well.