A Passing Interest - Redux

Well that's a different way to wear a necklace...Very hot picture. I love the way you play with light. I also love the hint of your arse.

Thank you, Tans. It's a play off of a fantasy I had a few weeks ago. :rose:

*yawn* I need coffee.. so much coffee right now. Apologies for being short winded.
 
~Hair up, wear heels and a long necklace.~
-Anything else?-
~That's it.~
-I understand the heels and hair, but why the necklace?-
~You'll see.~


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Wow! 👀 Very sensual and erotic pic, Love that ass! Kisses 😘😘 great share, thx
 
~Hair up, wear heels and a long necklace.~
-Anything else?-
~That's it.~
-I understand the heels and hair, but why the necklace?-
~You'll see.~


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Breathtaking and beautiful in the light from the window....and those heels do things to me. Intrigued by the necklace?
:heart::rose:
 
Wow! 👀 Very sensual and erotic pic, Love that ass! Kisses 😘😘 great share, thx

Well, thank you, hon. And welcome to my little haven! I get lucky with my camera sometimes..

Breathtaking and beautiful in the light from the window....and those heels do things to me. Intrigued by the necklace?
:heart::rose:

Heya, Captain Planet. :kiss: Thank you for the kind words and compliments. Think long and slow about the uses for a necklace in such a position. I'm sure the answer will come to you... :cattail:

On a side note.. *big hug*
 
Well, thank you, hon. And welcome to my little haven! I get lucky with my camera sometimes..



Heya, Captain Planet. :kiss: Thank you for the kind words and compliments. Think long and slow about the uses for a necklace in such a position. I'm sure the answer will come to you... :cattail:

On a side note.. *big hug*

Oh quite a few answers came to me....I was just to polite to share those here :D
Giant hugs right back xx
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​
 
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Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

Nope not going to happen. Never get sick of looking at you, but I do understand the need for a break now and then.:kiss:
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

I love the quote. It resonates strongly with how I relate to a partner; more intimacy than simple lust.

And of course, I adore your high and low points, and all the beautifully imperfect parts between.
Now; as for that fickle muse...i suggest collaring the bitch. ;)
 
~Hair up, wear heels and a long necklace.~
-Anything else?-
~That's it.~
-I understand the heels and hair, but why the necklace?-
~You'll see.~


Is the implication that one should tug on the necklace like a leash? Because that seems like a good way to break a perfectly lovely necklace. Don't get me wrong, there are most definitely moments where passion dictates accoutrements be destroyed in a blaze of lust - if for no better reason than to hear the clattering of beads or buttons scattering across the floor or the shiver-inducing sound of cloth being savagely torn asunder - but, in this instance, if gripping you by the hips was off the table, I'd be more inclined to take hold of those heels and drive you face-first into the mattress.

That said, any photo that includes your ass is aces in my book. So, yeah, I'm a fan.​
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

god, I would love to come home to that right there.

Take whatever time you need. Come back when you miss us but know that we are not getting sick of you. I'm not sure that could happen. You will be missed and your return will be anticipated.
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​
Sexy as as fuck, as always!! 💋
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

Well, no one would ever get sick of you and your beautiful photos... Sexy as always and the poetry is wonderful as usual...:rose::kiss::rose:
 
JAF and I voted and decided that your roguish ways call for a spanking 😋

And my lips weren’t sealed..not totally..during aforementioned kisses but they are now...ish...


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I like when she calls me her girl, it kinda makes my lady bits tingle, so I’m going to listen to her and shush hehe

Huh, that's interesting SNG. :kiss: Generally when the words "roguish ways" and "spanking" come up in a sentence I'm not on the receiving end. Your lips were slightly parted? :confused: All of them? :devil: Good to know there's still a little wiggle room in your lips. ;)

Well if you're gonna be someone's girl, she's an excellent choice. If I was gonna be someone's boy she's definitely on the short list. Well shortish since she's pretty close to my height.

*glares* You found my secondary, biometric locked, and lazer grid protected toy box?!?! Son of a bitch... you're an insane, genius level perv. No wonder I like you.

Now... return my toys and no one has to get hurt.:devil:

Of course I did JAF. :kiss: And I found your tertiary, cloaked, dual launch key, genetic scan locked and force field protected one as well. Most of the stuff in that one is illegal in every first world nation. Even Germany and Japan and that's saying something!

The line between insanity and genius is thin and often only requires a little nudge to cross. Clearly I've been nudged. On the other hand, I willingly leapt across the perv line. Just sayin'. :D

Shall we use the rack? I think he needs a true lesson... :devil:

*whispers* Good....Cause you are my girl. *nibbles on your ear*

Shouldn't that be racks? You each have one and for the record you're both free to use them on me however you want.

Enough banter, we all know we're really here for the images of fine specimens of humanity.

~Hair up, wear heels and a long necklace.~
-Anything else?-
~That's it.~
-I understand the heels and hair, but why the necklace?-
~You'll see.~

And that's an outstanding example. Considering the position you chose to wait in we should play Christmas Night. It's an easy game. You're the reindeer team. I'm Santa in the sleigh. After we connect the team to the sleigh I grip the reins and say "Ho Ho Ho" a lot and deliver presents to the good girl (it's singular because it's a twosome and not a foursome).

Cheers :kiss:
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

What you call imperfections JAF :kiss: I call character, individuality, uniqueness or any other number of words that mean after you the mold was broken. But I'm all on board with the getting to know you from inside and out. :devil: Our love can be raw but I refuse to skimp on the lube because other raw bits hurt far too much and can take too long to heal properly.

Cheers :kiss:
 
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Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

Impossible, I do hope your muse returns sooner rather than later, so beautiful in all you post and share :heart:
 
Shed your insecurities
And reveal yourself to me
So I can see each imperfection,
Cherish every flaw,
Get to know you
From inside and out,
For my love is raw.
- Christy Ann Martine​


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The last photo for a bit; I would hate for you all to get sick of me...and I'm out of ideas and drive. My muse is a fickle tart that runs off all the time.​

Sexy JAF, I would like to place those necklace rings over your nipples and tease them till their tight as a cock ring :devil::devil:
 
My lit time is limited this morning, please have some patience with me as I write out replies. It may take me a while... :eek:

Nope not going to happen. Never get sick of looking at you, but I do understand the need for a break now and then.:kiss:

Never? Hrm... Thanks for understanding, hon. :rose: I thought to ask for suggestions again but that feels like such a cop out.

I love the quote. It resonates strongly with how I relate to a partner; more intimacy than simple lust.

And of course, I adore your high and low points, and all the beautifully imperfect parts between.
Now; as for that fickle muse...i suggest collaring the bitch. ;)

:rose:

My muse is kinfolk to the Leanan sidhe; her need to wander and sadist nature is probably due to that relation. A collar would help in the short term, but she would grow stagnant and fade. And then I would be in worse shape than I started!
 
Is the implication that one should tug on the necklace like a leash? Because that seems like a good way to break a perfectly lovely necklace. Don't get me wrong, there are most definitely moments where passion dictates accoutrements be destroyed in a blaze of lust - if for no better reason than to hear the clattering of beads or buttons scattering across the floor or the shiver-inducing sound of cloth being savagely torn asunder - but, in this instance, if gripping you by the hips was off the table, I'd be more inclined to take hold of those heels and drive you face-first into the mattress.

That said, any photo that includes your ass is aces in my book. So, yeah, I'm a fan.

Such a clever man. The sterling silver would snap if yanked or pulled too tightly. I loathe to lose this necklace due to sentimental value, but it could be sacrificed to conquer passions....and promises of a replacement. There's a time and place for clothing/accessory destruction, when the passion is a wild beast and has to run free. But I was thinking of those rare occassions when having a gentle hand can yield more explosive results. A calm voice to honey ears, a gentle hand to tease the chain along pale skin, and an iron will to keep a beast restrained (when it's so much easier to let it run free.)

I thought you preferred chicken breast to rump roast? I'll try to keep that tidbit of knowledge on file for any future art projects (along with a ladle and some bells to cover all bases). Thank you. :rose:

god, I would love to come home to that right there.

Take whatever time you need. Come back when you miss us but know that we are not getting sick of you. I'm not sure that could happen. You will be missed and your return will be anticipated.

You'd also come home to a stack of dishes in the sink and laundry needing to be folded. :rolleyes:

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder." Or so the Robin Hood of my youth stated. 😋
 
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Sexy as as fuck, as always!!

Thank you, darling. :kiss:

Well, no one would ever get sick of you and your beautiful photos... Sexy as always and the poetry is wonderful as usual...

Sweet words but the truth is in the puddin'. Thanks for the compliments, hon. I appreciate it your thoughtfulness.

Huh, that's interesting SNG. :kiss: Generally when the words "roguish ways" and "spanking" come up in a sentence I'm not on the receiving end. Your lips were slightly parted? :confused: All of them? Good to know there's still a little wiggle room in your lips.

Well if you're gonna be someone's girl, she's an excellent choice. If I was gonna be someone's boy she's definitely on the short list. Well shortish since she's pretty close to my height.

Of course I did JAF. And I found your tertiary, cloaked, dual launch key, genetic scan locked and force field protected one as well. Most of the stuff in that one is illegal in every first world nation. Even Germany and Japan and that's saying something!

The line between insanity and genius is thin and often only requires a little nudge to cross. Clearly I've been nudged. On the other hand, I willingly leapt across the perv line. Just sayin'.

Shouldn't that be racks? You each have one and for the record you're both free to use them on me however you want.

Enough banter, we all know we're really here for the images of fine specimens of humanity.

And that's an outstanding example. Considering the position you chose to wait in we should play Christmas Night. It's an easy game. You're the reindeer team. I'm Santa in the sleigh. After we connect the team to the sleigh I grip the reins and say "Ho Ho Ho" a lot and deliver presents to the good girl (it's singular because it's a twosome and not a foursome).

Cheers

*blinks*
You would want to by my boy? That sounds so odd. My man? Eh, not quite right either. Ah-hah! I have it! I would call you my little nutjob (on the account of you being marvelously bonkers.) :D

So... you want to fuck a reindeer? No way am I wearing antlers, bub. :p. I would contemplate the red nose, but that's it.

What you call imperfections JAF I call character, individuality, uniqueness or any other number of words that mean after you the mold was broken. But I'm all on board with the getting to know you from inside and out. :devil: Our love can be raw but I refuse to skimp on the lube because other raw bits hurt far too much and can take too long to heal properly.

Cheers

Bring lube and ice cream- one to soothe the body and the other soothes soul. I hate it when my soul gets chafed; it takes fucking forever to heal and always scars.

Impossible, I do hope your muse returns sooner rather than later, so beautiful in all you post and share :heart:

I'll wander about here and there till my muse shows up. She takes her time sometimes while, at other times, she pops up out of nowhere and blindsides me.

You know it! Guess where that stamp is going? :rolleyes:

Hah! I wish I had a muse.

You have one... she's usually drunk or texting though.

Sexy JAF, I would like to place those necklace rings over your nipples and tease them till their tight as a cock ring :devil::devil:

Oookay. I thank you for the compliment but feel a bit uncomfortable about the last bit. I joke and tease others here because I have known them for sometime... to have someone new say that makes me feel.. uneasy. Just being honest.
 
The last 24 hours have me wound tight with anxiety and stress. It keeps building; layer on top of layer and I feel I'll topple soon.
I need release...and since running is out of the question, other options need to be explored. Pleasure and pain melded into one to find my center and realign my head. (Or I'm just a kinky fuck with issues trying to find an excuse to play.)

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The last 24 hours have me wound tight with anxiety and stress. It keeps building; layer on top of layer and I feel I'll topple soon.
I need release...and since running is out of the question, other options need to be explored. Pleasure and pain melded into one to find my center and realign my head. (Or I'm just a kinky fuck with issues trying to find an excuse to play.)

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Whatever helps, you certainly look hot as fuck doing it
 
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