Well, why not...? (guy)

So awesome having the photos in one spot where we can drool non stop.

And we have a mission! Yay! You'll forgive my penmanship, I write like a doctor. :eek:
 
So awesome having the photos in one spot where we can drool non stop.

Yeah. I'll throw the index in the first post tomorrow, especially now that it's. Fallen a page back.

I'm always flattered by drooling.

And we have a mission! Yay! You'll forgive my penmanship, I write like a doctor. :eek:

*lol* It's alright. It's the pervy thought that counts. ;)
 
How is this (though the image has been adjusted a bit for contrast)? Or should it be a deeper red?

http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f221/Touch_72/dotdotdot_zpsfb7b68fd.jpg

I have a confession.

Though Peach did not know it as she floated out her request, I have always had a thing for lipstick and lip gloss. A woman's lips wet with it are a thing of beauty, gloss catching in the light, sparkles shifting as she speaks or smiles. The wet, fluid movement of lips rouged to accent their graceful shape mesmerizes me. It can be distracting. Along with certain demeanors or ways of moving, it can turn me to putty... OR... coil that familiar spring inside me that says, "uh uh... you're the one that's going to be MY putty." It can bring out different shades of hunger.

Oddly, even holding a nice, deeper shade of lipstick in my hand hand mildly turns me on. Even the scent of it. :rolleyes: Is that strange?

And to see it on skin? Well, of course it's more arousing on a woman's skin, but there is a draw to writing on my own. That's the submissive side of me that says, "my body is your billboard... write on it as you please." There is a dirtiness to it.

Even its effect the other way around, though. I once posted an ad (elsewhere) seeking to exercise the other side of me... the more Dominant face of my persona's coin. In it, as part of a tease and a way to get a feel for how interested in following my own whims a sub might be, I asked that a picture be attached to any response... "wet + curious" written across a body part of her choice, revealing or not, in dark red lipstick. Interesting introduction, right?

It seemed like a fun idea, but I did not anticipate my own response to it. It wasn't all too long before I got a response... and when I opened the picture, I felt a rush of arousal roll through me like a wave. As I looked at the "wet + curious" scrawled across the side of her abs in 'distinctly feminine' handwriting, the red of dark lipstick in contrast on smooth, youthful skin, my blood rushed south and my jeans felt suddenly very constraining.

wow! What a hot little dirty secret. :devil:

Thanks for sharing this little morsel with us. :)
 
So...

"Naughty" is still coming, but not today.

Yesterday was chaos. Today will be easier, but still with some busy and my body is aching and tired from the past couple of days, very much looking forward to a hot shower.

Disappointed by the inability to take the photo shoot I am so wanting to do, I took a few shots lying in bed... they'll be up in a little. AND I will make sure the photo shoot will be well worth the wait. :rose:
 
So...

"Naughty" is still coming, but not today.

Yesterday was chaos. Today will be easier, but still with some busy and my body is aching and tired from the past couple of days, very much looking forward to a hot shower.

Disappointed by the inability to take the photo shoot I am so wanting to do, I took a few shots lying in bed... they'll be up in a little. AND I will make sure the photo shoot will be well worth the wait. :rose:

Waiting ...

Sorry to hear you had a chaotic day yesterday. I'll have one f those tomorrow, I am afraid. From some days you just know beforehand things will be beyond improvising.
 
So...

"Naughty" is still coming, but not today.

Yesterday was chaos. Today will be easier, but still with some busy and my body is aching and tired from the past couple of days, very much looking forward to a hot shower.

Disappointed by the inability to take the photo shoot I am so wanting to do, I took a few shots lying in bed... they'll be up in a little. AND I will make sure the photo shoot will be well worth the wait. :rose:

We don't mind waiting, it's always worth it!
 
Some days, you just want lazy. Some days, you want a bit more than lazy, wrapped loosely in the satiny comforter. It's a pause in the day, a moment when it's possible to just lay aware of the coolness of air on skin and the sexiness of the feel of satin on bareness.

It's a morning that you want contrast... the cool air and a warm body sharing the satin. But, the bed is big and the satin is all too noticeably yours alone.

Alone. There can be a gentle freedom to the word. A freedom to be and feel what you want in the moment. You can see that freedom as something you long to share and ache at absence or you can embrace imagination, feeling the presence of intimate ghosts of your choosing. That choice is freedom.

Fingertips... your own... can become her slight touch. The draft of air is a breath. The slinky slide of the comforter against you is her movement as she shifts her leg beneath it. As if an echo in your mind, there's one of those beautiful drowsy moans that a woman makes as she wakes, feminine and often accompanied by a sleepy smile as she opens her eyes to look into yours.

There's such a potent sexiness in that morning moan. It evokes something other than hunger, but no less moving. It describes the moment in a slow, wordless sound. It's a perfect, drawn out syllable of content's expression.

"Good morning, Love."

A smile in eyes and grace formed as flesh waking under covers. No rush. No need to abandon the bed to plunge into the day. The day can wait. The world can wait. Nobody needs any coffee. Nobody needs a shower. The bed can be our island in the middle of the ocean's expanse. There is no need for the ocean's expanse beyond that island.

It's a moment to rediscover perfection. A moment that can be taken slowly, allowed to last. If night was hunger and delightful fury, morning can be reconnection with grace and the art of her form. A hand can sit still, resting patiently on appreciated warmth... or fingertips can admire the softness of curves as eyes trace pale skin's artful descent into shared covers.
 
Thank you for joining me in bed this morning.
Thank you for sharing your perfect feminine grace and beauty.
Thank you for the gentle moan and the sleepy smile.

Now, shall we...? :D
 
Thank you for joining me in bed this morning.
Thank you for sharing your perfect feminine grace and beauty.
Thank you for the gentle moan and the sleepy smile.

Now, shall we...? :D

Oh my. Wow. I feel like I need to rewind and start my day again, but this time using your method....
 
Thank you for joining me in bed this morning.
Thank you for sharing your perfect feminine grace and beauty.
Thank you for the gentle moan and the sleepy smile.

Now, shall we...? :D

Perfect! Every morning should start like that! :rose:
 
Another day that has too much to allow for a bigger shoot.

So, another quick pic... just for you!

Something I find so erotic and just plain hot is when a woman grabs or rubs a man's package through his pants (or underwear). There's something about it. It can say "pure hunger" and "I want THIS... NOW" or it can say "savoring the feel" and "I'm in no rush, so I'm taking in every feel of you."

It was once a prelude to one of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten, actually. I had offered a woman a free, true massage along with pleasurable oral at the end to leave her very deeply relaxed. I had nothing for myself in mind (other than the experience) and told her, "My jeans don't even need to come off." She seemed totally on board with that and with just receiving... and I'm generally a giver, so was only expecting that.

Her mind apparently changed somewhere between orgasms. :eek: As I was standing shirtless, but still in jeans, next to the table bent over it with a hand between her legs, her own hand moved like a cat suddenly pouncing, shooting directly to the crotch of my jeans and gripping with such needy fingers, not unlike the passionate gripping of sheets in a fist mid-orgasm.

Such a simple, quick move... but, holy shit the effect on me was instantaneous and potent, shooting through me like a trigger releasing my own hunger.

But, that trigger can be more slowly pulled. The tease of a hand just resting there or the smoldering build-up of caressing and massaging through clothing. And in public... how hot is that?

Can you imagine standing at the bar, facing each other and talking, drawn close enough to each other that a slight angling of your body hides the movement. Your hand reaches... teases... fingertips sliding over the mound of taut denim... palm cupping and pressing into the soft, warm weight. But, according to the world around us, we're just talking, right? According to our eyes, though, something different is being communicated than the casual words from our lips.

Mine might be saying, "Oh God am I enjoying this, but... you are so in for it when we have a moment alone." Yours might be replying, "Mmm hmm. I'm smiling because... I know I am."
 
Another day that has too much to allow for a bigger shoot.

So, another quick pic... just for you!

Something I find so erotic and just plain hot is when a woman grabs or rubs a man's package through his pants (or underwear). There's something about it. It can say "pure hunger" and "I want THIS... NOW" or it can say "savoring the feel" and "I'm in no rush, so I'm taking in every feel of you."

It was once a prelude to one of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten, actually. I had offered a woman a free, true massage along with pleasurable oral at the end to leave her very deeply relaxed. I had nothing for myself in mind (other than the experience) and told her, "My jeans don't even need to come off." She seemed totally on board with that and with just receiving... and I'm generally a giver, so was only expecting that.

Her mind apparently changed somewhere between orgasms. :eek: As I was standing shirtless, but still in jeans, next to the table bent over it with a hand between her legs, her own hand moved like a cat suddenly pouncing, shooting directly to the crotch of my jeans and gripping with such needy fingers, not unlike the passionate gripping of sheets in a fist mid-orgasm.

Such a simple, quick move... but, holy shit the effect on me was instantaneous and potent, shooting through me like a trigger releasing my own hunger.

But, that trigger can be more slowly pulled. The tease of a hand just resting there or the smoldering build-up of caressing and massaging through clothing. And in public... how hot is that?

Can you imagine standing at the bar, facing each other and talking, drawn close enough to each other that a slight angling of your body hides the movement. Your hand reaches... teases... fingertips sliding over the mound of taut denim... palm cupping and pressing into the soft, warm weight. But, according to the world around us, we're just talking, right? According to our eyes, though, something different is being communicated than the casual words from our lips.

Mine might be saying, "Oh God am I enjoying this, but... you are so in for it when we have a moment alone." Yours might be replying, "Mmm hmm. I'm smiling because... I know I am."


Wow! This is so incredibly erotic! :) love this and now so wanting to meet you at a bar and then go back to your place for that massage! Holy shit! :devil: I would sooooooo love that! !
 
Another day that has too much to allow for a bigger shoot.

So, another quick pic... just for you!

Something I find so erotic and just plain hot is when a woman grabs or rubs a man's package through his pants (or underwear). There's something about it. It can say "pure hunger" and "I want THIS... NOW" or it can say "savoring the feel" and "I'm in no rush, so I'm taking in every feel of you."

It was once a prelude to one of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten, actually. I had offered a woman a free, true massage along with pleasurable oral at the end to leave her very deeply relaxed. I had nothing for myself in mind (other than the experience) and told her, "My jeans don't even need to come off." She seemed totally on board with that and with just receiving... and I'm generally a giver, so was only expecting that.

Her mind apparently changed somewhere between orgasms. :eek: As I was standing shirtless, but still in jeans, next to the table bent over it with a hand between her legs, her own hand moved like a cat suddenly pouncing, shooting directly to the crotch of my jeans and gripping with such needy fingers, not unlike the passionate gripping of sheets in a fist mid-orgasm.

Such a simple, quick move... but, holy shit the effect on me was instantaneous and potent, shooting through me like a trigger releasing my own hunger.

But, that trigger can be more slowly pulled. The tease of a hand just resting there or the smoldering build-up of caressing and massaging through clothing. And in public... how hot is that?

Can you imagine standing at the bar, facing each other and talking, drawn close enough to each other that a slight angling of your body hides the movement. Your hand reaches... teases... fingertips sliding over the mound of taut denim... palm cupping and pressing into the soft, warm weight. But, according to the world around us, we're just talking, right? According to our eyes, though, something different is being communicated than the casual words from our lips.

Mine might be saying, "Oh God am I enjoying this, but... you are so in for it when we have a moment alone." Yours might be replying, "Mmm hmm. I'm smiling because... I know I am."
I love this shot! :devil:

And fuck me, this is a hot gif!
 
Another day that has too much to allow for a bigger shoot.

So, another quick pic... just for you!

Something I find so erotic and just plain hot is when a woman grabs or rubs a man's package through his pants (or underwear). There's something about it. It can say "pure hunger" and "I want THIS... NOW" or it can say "savoring the feel" and "I'm in no rush, so I'm taking in every feel of you."

It was once a prelude to one of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten, actually. I had offered a woman a free, true massage along with pleasurable oral at the end to leave her very deeply relaxed. I had nothing for myself in mind (other than the experience) and told her, "My jeans don't even need to come off." She seemed totally on board with that and with just receiving... and I'm generally a giver, so was only expecting that.

Her mind apparently changed somewhere between orgasms. :eek: As I was standing shirtless, but still in jeans, next to the table bent over it with a hand between her legs, her own hand moved like a cat suddenly pouncing, shooting directly to the crotch of my jeans and gripping with such needy fingers, not unlike the passionate gripping of sheets in a fist mid-orgasm.

Such a simple, quick move... but, holy shit the effect on me was instantaneous and potent, shooting through me like a trigger releasing my own hunger.

But, that trigger can be more slowly pulled. The tease of a hand just resting there or the smoldering build-up of caressing and massaging through clothing. And in public... how hot is that?

Can you imagine standing at the bar, facing each other and talking, drawn close enough to each other that a slight angling of your body hides the movement. Your hand reaches... teases... fingertips sliding over the mound of taut denim... palm cupping and pressing into the soft, warm weight. But, according to the world around us, we're just talking, right? According to our eyes, though, something different is being communicated than the casual words from our lips.

Mine might be saying, "Oh God am I enjoying this, but... you are so in for it when we have a moment alone." Yours might be replying, "Mmm hmm. I'm smiling because... I know I am."

Oh yeah, nothing says 'I want you' like the dry humping before you get home!!
 
Wow! This is so incredibly erotic! :) love this and now so wanting to meet you at a bar and then go back to your place for that massage! Holy shit! :devil: I would sooooooo love that! !

Double dog dare ya, Stackey. :D:D:D

I love this shot! :devil:


And fuck me, this is a hot gif!

Thank you!
Sure... your place or mine?
And, finally, yes... it definitely is! It's one of those gifs that drives me nuts... and there are all too many that do. :eek:

Thanks for popping in, by the way! Join in anytime!

*driving by and waves*

And speaking of popping in...! Hey, Sereni! *waves back*

Oh yeah, nothing says 'I want you' like the dry humping before you get home!!

Yeah, it'll say that, won't it?

"Rub up against it... till I... break the skin..." (Ani DiFranco, apparently singing about. passionately tribbing with "another man's wife" *)

* Edit: after going back and listening to the song, "Shameless", technically she's talking about pushing the boundary of right/wrong in an affair with the other woman, but it's pretty double entendre... so I'll stick with my own take on it. *lol*
 
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