Roseann4708
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Your photos to start with. I will definitely pass by often. You're stunning.![]()
Thanks for the compliment, TL. I hope you'll be rewarded when you return.
Rose
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Your photos to start with. I will definitely pass by often. You're stunning.![]()
Like I said stunning.![]()
For your reaction I thought I'd share an old photo of me wearing a LBD for a night out in Manhattan.
Impeccable taste in your dress then as now Rose, and those breasts look beautifully unsupported by a bra. From the subtle applied make up to your posture you were a ideal partner for a night out on the town.
Alex.
All good!
I personally don't care that much about looks once my "basic requirements" have been met, which is pretty much a certain height and body type, but yes, you do look good.
It's a pity you never tried bisexuality! It's a bit cliché of course, but i think with the right person it can be fun. I'd say it's never too late to try.
If you don't mind answering, have you had kids?
That's one of the things -i'm- very nervous about, nervous enough to maybe not want any.
Lovely lady, I'll have to disabuse the notion "of a certain age".
You are HOTTER now.
Gorgeous, delectable, classy, scrumptious....
Hi, Rose...I have spent the better part of this evening reading through your thread, and getting to know you a little bit. Your photos are just stunning, and I would consider it a privilege to sit down for a cup of tea with you and talk about cabbages and kings and how the term "classic beauty" has been defined differently over the past few decades. Thank you for inviting me over; I plan to drop by repeatedly!
el.
There can be something sexy about a great pair of jeans on a woman. If she has a great pair of heels and sexy top to with them it can be just as sexy. Even with conservative suits I bet you still turn many heads.
This is such an amazing thread. The story and the amazing pictures.... I'm hooked!
It's our honor to have you here Rose.
The little black dress on you is sexy...because YOU fill it out nicely.
You make it sexy...without you modeling it it's just material hanging in the closet.
My reaction as always is no matter what you model is a raging hard-on Rose.'s
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Great LBD, but I fear that were I your photographer, one of two things would happen: We'd never make it out the door or that dress would be somewhat rumpled when we did. Thoroughly enjoy your stories and photos. Always look for you when I log on.
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A few days ago I gave a very short answer to a provocative question asked by OQ about getting turned on during my photo sessions. A complete answer is more complicated than the simple yes I gave to OQ.
It all starts with my sexually repressed upbringing and the negative self-image I had of my body. I was, after all, still a virgin at age 24 and a half when I first met my photographer and had never had a serious relationship with a man before. That doesn't count the puppy love I developed for my cousin in high school who I discovered only years later was gay and knew he had been since he became a teen. Talk about how naive and clueless I was growing up.
Daughters always blame their moms for all their problems or so they say. While not solely responsible she did play a large part. From adolescence on she told me that sex was vile and dirty. It should never be done outside the confines of a marriage consecrated in church and then only for the purposes of procreation according to god's plan. By her standards the stereotypical Victorian matron was something of a libertine. Mom's attitude about sex and women's bodies was reinforced by the nuns in the high school I attended and later by the priests who ran my undergraduate university.
All that changed when I met my photographer. And I was more than ready to let my body do what million of years of evolution had designed it for. Still a prior life-time of hangups persisted for some years thereafter and I was not consciously aware of being turned on when I was posing for him in the manner shown in the photos I've been sharing on Lit. Subconsciously, my body knew otherwise and it showed in how damp I became. I was aware of the evidence, but never made the connection in my mind. Sometimes my flow became so heavy that I had to sit on a doubled-over bath towel to prevent staining the upholstery. This can be seen in a photo from Jan 1975 soon after my 29th b'day.
http://www.*********.com/view/?rt1lbuetfcjur#ys5hgfrtwitabcm
Now things are quite different. I know I get turned on posing this way and that awareness makes me even more aroused as our sessions go on. Here is a photo from July that I think illustrates that well, specially the way my moisture glistens in the light and the way my labia have changed from their normal relaxed state.
http://www.*********.com/view/?rt1lbuetfcjur#adnemi71t9g7iir
Rose
A few days ago I gave a very short answer to a provocative question asked by OQ about getting turned on during my photo sessions. A complete answer is more complicated than the simple yes I gave to OQ.
It all starts with my sexually repressed upbringing and the negative self-image I had of my body. I was, after all, still a virgin at age 24 and a half when I first met my photographer and had never had a serious relationship with a man before. That doesn't count the puppy love I developed for my cousin in high school who I discovered only years later was gay and knew he had been since he became a teen. Talk about how naive and clueless I was growing up.
Daughters always blame their moms for all their problems or so they say. While not solely responsible she did play a large part. From adolescence on she told me that sex was vile and dirty. It should never be done outside the confines of a marriage consecrated in church and then only for the purposes of procreation according to god's plan. By her standards the stereotypical Victorian matron was something of a libertine. Mom's attitude about sex and women's bodies was reinforced by the nuns in the high school I attended and later by the priests who ran my undergraduate university.
All that changed when I met my photographer. And I was more than ready to let my body do what million of years of evolution had designed it for. Still a prior life-time of hangups persisted for some years thereafter and I was not consciously aware of being turned on when I was posing for him in the manner shown in the photos I've been sharing on Lit. Subconsciously, my body knew otherwise and it showed in how damp I became. I was aware of the evidence, but never made the connection in my mind. Sometimes my flow became so heavy that I had to sit on a doubled-over bath towel to prevent staining the upholstery. This can be seen in a photo from Jan 1975 soon after my 29th b'day.
http://www.*********.com/view/?rt1lbuetfcjur#ys5hgfrtwitabcm
Now things are quite different. I know I get turned on posing this way and that awareness makes me even more aroused as our sessions go on. Here is a photo from July that I think illustrates that well, specially the way my moisture glistens in the light and the way my labia have changed from their normal relaxed state.
http://www.*********.com/view/?rt1lbuetfcjur#adnemi71t9g7iir
Rose
Thanks! I'll try to make sure I never do anything not to deserve it.
Rose
That's why I chose that LBD. Even though it was a bit over budget at the time when my photographer saw me wear it out of the fitting room in Saks he insisted that we buy it.
It's nice to know that it provokes the same reaction in you. Thanks.
Rose
A few days ago I gave a very short answer to a provocative question asked by OQ about getting turned on during my photo sessions. A complete answer is more complicated than the simple yes I gave to OQ.
It all starts with my sexually repressed upbringing and the negative self-image I had of my body. I was, after all, still a virgin at age 24 and a half when I first met my photographer and had never had a serious relationship with a man before. That doesn't count the puppy love I developed for my cousin in high school who I discovered only years later was gay and knew he had been since he became a teen. Talk about how naive and clueless I was growing up.
Daughters always blame their moms for all their problems or so they say. While not solely responsible she did play a large part. From adolescence on she told me that sex was vile and dirty. It should never be done outside the confines of a marriage consecrated in church and then only for the purposes of procreation according to god's plan. By her standards the stereotypical Victorian matron was something of a libertine. Mom's attitude about sex and women's bodies was reinforced by the nuns in the high school I attended and later by the priests who ran my undergraduate university.
All that changed when I met my photographer. And I was more than ready to let my body do what million of years of evolution had designed it for. Still a prior life-time of hangups persisted for some years thereafter and I was not consciously aware of being turned on when I was posing for him in the manner shown in the photos I've been sharing on Lit. Subconsciously, my body knew otherwise and it showed in how damp I became. I was aware of the evidence, but never made the connection in my mind. Sometimes my flow became so heavy that I had to sit on a doubled-over bath towel to prevent staining the upholstery. This can be seen in a photo from Jan 1975 soon after my 29th b'day.
http://www.*********.com/view/?rt1lbuetfcjur#ys5hgfrtwitabcm
Now things are quite different. I know I get turned on posing this way and that awareness makes me even more aroused as our sessions go on. Here is a photo from July that I think illustrates that well, specially the way my moisture glistens in the light and the way my labia have changed from their normal relaxed state.
http://www.*********.com/view/?rt1lbuetfcjur#adnemi71t9g7iir
Rose