A Passing Interest - Redux

I love your readings. If you wanted something to celebrate with, the little verse you have here accompanying this beautiful pic will do nicely.

How can Lit place a limit on creative smut? I'll sue (nice lighting, its like the top half of you is appearing a second or two behind the lower half).

I gave it a shot with a different selection. Now... we wait and see how it's received.

*smirks* It's better than having images so large it takes several swipes to scroll passed one... but the picture wasn't that big. The lighting was due to a cloudy day and the window shade being half drawn. Sometimes it works, sometimes it flops... it worked this time.

:eek: YES PLEASE!

And what are you asking for so politely, hrm? 😋
 
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Good god you are sexy! Very very hot!
 
Haha, not really. I'd much rather hear you narrate the donut stacking adventure referenced in your signature. :eek:

Hrm, considering I'm missing the appendage needed for such a tale, I may need to improvise. A toy could be subbed into the role or a stunt cock.

Good god you are sexy! Very very hot!

:eek:. Thank you.

Hmm, so you take pics without bothering to completely close the shades?

I think all voices soften a touch when sleepy.

I do leave them open, how else would I get the shadow to light contrast?
 
I wonder what your lips feel like...
It's such an unbidden thought that hits me like a ton of bricks. Where has this sudden curiousity come from? By some phase of the moon aligning with Pisces or change in weather? We're friends, not love interests... but I see you sitting there in the sun, hair swaying gently in the breeze, calloused hands craddling a treasured book, and that damned smile... the smallest upturning of the corners of your mouth. I wonder if I could feel that smile against my lips and if you would hold me as tenderly as that book.
"Well, shit." I mumble before shoving a cookie in my mouth.
"Hrmm?" You ask without even looking up, a fingertip caressing the words in case you need to mark your place.
"Nothing, just a random thought."


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I wonder what your lips feel like...
It's such an unbidden thought that hits me like a ton of bricks. Where has this sudden curiousity come from? By some phase of the moon aligning with Pisces or change in weather? We're friends, not love interests... but I see you sitting there in the sun, hair swaying gently in the breeze, calloused hands craddling a treasured book, and that damned smile... the smallest upturning of the corners of your mouth. I wonder if I could feel that smile against my lips and if you would hold me as tenderly as that book.
"Well, shit." I mumble before shoving a cookie in my mouth.
"Hrmm?" You ask without even looking up, a fingertip caressing the words in case you need to mark your place.
"Nothing, just a random thought."


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Like the words and pic. Gorgeous girl.

I will listen to your earlier audio when it becomes quieter tonight.
 
I wonder what your lips feel like...
It's such an unbidden thought that hits me like a ton of bricks. Where has this sudden curiousity come from? By some phase of the moon aligning with Pisces or change in weather? We're friends, not love interests... but I see you sitting there in the sun, hair swaying gently in the breeze, calloused hands craddling a treasured book, and that damned smile... the smallest upturning of the corners of your mouth. I wonder if I could feel that smile against my lips and if you would hold me as tenderly as that book.
"Well, shit." I mumble before shoving a cookie in my mouth.
"Hrmm?" You ask without even looking up, a fingertip caressing the words in case you need to mark your place.
"Nothing, just a random thought."


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If you ask, I'll say yes.
 
I wonder what your lips feel like...
It's such an unbidden thought that hits me like a ton of bricks. Where has this sudden curiousity come from? By some phase of the moon aligning with Pisces or change in weather? We're friends, not love interests... but I see you sitting there in the sun, hair swaying gently in the breeze, calloused hands craddling a treasured book, and that damned smile... the smallest upturning of the corners of your mouth. I wonder if I could feel that smile against my lips and if you would hold me as tenderly as that book.
"Well, shit." I mumble before shoving a cookie in my mouth.
"Hrmm?" You ask without even looking up, a fingertip caressing the words in case you need to mark your place.
"Nothing, just a random thought."


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Word word word, titty! :cattail:
 
I wonder what your lips feel like...
It's such an unbidden thought that hits me like a ton of bricks. Where has this sudden curiousity come from? By some phase of the moon aligning with Pisces or change in weather? We're friends, not love interests... but I see you sitting there in the sun, hair swaying gently in the breeze, calloused hands craddling a treasured book, and that damned smile... the smallest upturning of the corners of your mouth. I wonder if I could feel that smile against my lips and if you would hold me as tenderly as that book.
"Well, shit." I mumble before shoving a cookie in my mouth.
"Hrmm?" You ask without even looking up, a fingertip caressing the words in case you need to mark your place.
"Nothing, just a random thought."


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Beautiful Word's and an amazing photo :heart::heart::heart:
 
A very tired voice clip, complete with word stumbles.

And Tans, I'll reply to ya in the morning.. I'm beat.

I'd listen to you read OSHA code books and like it.

...or the instructions for my sliding compound mitre saw. (Sounds dirty, doesn't it).

Tired, a little hoarse, and a slight accent? I love it. (Reminds me of the story of the Beatles recording of Twist and Shout. John had a cold. It was the last recording of a very long day. They used the twelfth cut or something like that. John's voice sounds tortured, because it was)

I wonder what your lips feel like...
It's such an unbidden thought that hits me like a ton of bricks. Where has this sudden curiousity come from? By some phase of the moon aligning with Pisces or change in weather? We're friends, not love interests... but I see you sitting there in the sun, hair swaying gently in the breeze, calloused hands craddling a treasured book, and that damned smile... the smallest upturning of the corners of your mouth. I wonder if I could feel that smile against my lips and if you would hold me as tenderly as that book.
"Well, shit." I mumble before shoving a cookie in my mouth.
"Hrmm?" You ask without even looking up, a fingertip caressing the words in case you need to mark your place.
"Nothing, just a random thought."


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Great post. Is that your writing? (Were you cold, or something else?)
 
Like the words and pic. Gorgeous girl.

I will listen to your earlier audio when it becomes quieter tonight.

Thank you, Todger. I hope you were able to hear me!

Your fickle muse needs to come around more often, you write so damn beautifully ♥️

As for the image...well...I have no words...just a devious smirk 😈

♥️ You

Thank you, dear, sweet girl. :kiss: My muse is quite the fickle tart and needs a good whipping.. she also needs to stay long enough for me to write.

If you have no words then how about I find a use for your beautiful mouth? :devil:

If you ask, I'll say yes.

Ask what? For a cookie? :p

Word word word, titty! :cattail:

Mhrm, we know where your priorities are... I wonder, can I completely sidetrack your train of thought by flashing ya a bit of tit? Let's test this theory.

Beautiful Word's and an amazing photo :heart::heart::heart:

Thank you, Mike. I appreciate it!

Beautiful and arty, just enough to make one want to see more

*gestures at the previous pages* Go forth, young man. Seek out new images and cobbled together thoughts.

...or the instructions for my sliding compound mitre saw. (Sounds dirty, doesn't it).

Tired, a little hoarse, and a slight accent? I love it. (Reminds me of the story of the Beatles recording of Twist and Shout. John had a cold. It was the last recording of a very long day. They used the twelfth cut or something like that. John's voice sounds tortured, because it was)

Great post. Is that your writing? (Were you cold, or something else?)

I'll do you one better, I can dust off my old Diaspora text books and read a few chapters. Hrm, there's also my Grimm Fairytale book.

I've never heard that particular Beatles story, thanks for it! I learn something new every day.

Aye, I slapped together some words while I hid in the bathroom from my family. Writing is an old love of mine but rarely am allowed to indulge.. and my head is still muddled from the wreck. I was cold- my house stays at around 64F in the wintertime. (And I was/am running a fever, so I was extra chilly.)
 
Her voice is timid,
And in it there is shame,
She hides her words behind her neck,
There are stories in her curves.

She has this urge to scream,
For once she wants to be heard;
In her heart-it must be mayhem,
But in her eyes- self-control.

Akif Kichloo

(Don't repost the link, please. I want to be able to delete this on a whim.)
 
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Her voice is timid,
And in it there is shame,
She hides her words behind her neck,
There are stories in her curves.

She has this urge to scream,
For once she wants to be heard;
In her heart-it must be mayhem,
But in her eyes- self-control.

Akif Kichloo



(Don't repost the link, please. I want to be able to delete this on a whim.)

I love those lines. Please don'rt delete that great pic for a while. I know you are focusing on perceived faults. Don't. Real people have real bodies, and like it says up there, 'stories in her curves".

I for one will want to re-read you in the morning. Thanks for that beautiful shot.
 
Her voice is timid,
And in it there is shame,
She hides her words behind her neck,
There are stories in her curves.

She has this urge to scream,
For once she wants to be heard;
In her heart-it must be mayhem,
But in her eyes- self-control.

Akif Kichloo


(Don't repost the link, please. I want to be able to delete this on a whim.)

Absolutely beautiful photo.

I fully agree with TAN in the last post, this is the real you.
 
I love those lines. Please don'rt delete that great pic for a while. I know you are focusing on perceived faults. Don't. Real people have real bodies, and like it says up there, 'stories in her curves".

I for one will want to re-read you in the morning. Thanks for that beautiful shot.

The poem felt fitting when I stumbled across it last night. So far, I've held to your wishes and kept it up...for now. :eek:. Thanks for the kind words, Tans.. I appreciate ya.

Absolutely beautiful photo.

I fully agree with TAN in the last post, this is the real you.

Thank you, Todger. It's not the best of angles but, yeah.. this is me. :eek:
 
Her voice is timid,
And in it there is shame,
She hides her words behind her neck,
There are stories in her curves.

She has this urge to scream,
For once she wants to be heard;
In her heart-it must be mayhem,
But in her eyes- self-control.

Akif Kichloo

You are truly a beautiful and desirable woman JAF
Thank you.
:kiss::rose:
 
After having been on vacation for a month, it was so great to get back and see your new pics! You are such an amazing woman!:rose::kiss:
 
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