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schaeff said:
Now, how do you know she's shoeless
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schaeff said:
...and the tingle in your...
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i love dark brown nipple
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The Mutt said:IB&W.
THAT picture is the most beautiful one yet, Mutt. Sheer beauty - artistically flawless, sensual, sparks the imagination to wonderfully luscious levels and did I mention...sensual *smile* ....gorgeous!
(ok, so I'm a tad partial to b&ws)
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Nice to (Re)Visit
Hello Jennifer.
It has been some time. Glad to see that the thread is still going strong.
James
Hello Jennifer.
It has been some time. Glad to see that the thread is still going strong.
James
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Imagetaker said:
Hello James! How is your image art going! I still have the pictures you did! Just love them and their concept.
JM
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Well, the weekend is almost over, so here are some pleasant sights to get us through the arduous labors f the coming week:
http://www.sunnygalleries.com/static/adultrio/layout81/pics/01.jpg
http://hardndirty.gallerieshd.com/kia_winston/p/003/content/16.jpg
http://www.teendreams.com/tgp/22/boroka40/pics/10.jpg
http://gals.sextronix.com/gal/7/100327/1/1175695537/eroticjapan/gals/yuu/08.jpg
http://images.nubiles.net/galleries2/florencia/white-long-skirt/09.jpg
http://galleries.payserve.com/1/31612/18287/images/5.jpg
http://cache.scbih.com/content/hg1/galleries/1077028/pics/18.jpg
http://www.sunnygalleries.com/static/adultrio/layout81/pics/01.jpg
http://hardndirty.gallerieshd.com/kia_winston/p/003/content/16.jpg
http://www.teendreams.com/tgp/22/boroka40/pics/10.jpg
http://gals.sextronix.com/gal/7/100327/1/1175695537/eroticjapan/gals/yuu/08.jpg
http://images.nubiles.net/galleries2/florencia/white-long-skirt/09.jpg
http://galleries.payserve.com/1/31612/18287/images/5.jpg
http://cache.scbih.com/content/hg1/galleries/1077028/pics/18.jpg
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Thanks Boxlicker, now I might be able to get through Monday
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Click on picture Post #12108 (from our Mutt) for my inspiration.
…let your mind stroll to a place in your building…the one that you work in. It’s noon and you find yourself on a routine mission - going to the cafeteria for a bite to eat in the basement of your work place. There is no one in the hallway as you routinely walk to your destination. It’s a familiar walk – you’re on ‘automatic pilot’, deep in thought of that mysterious man that has consumed you online all morning. You make note to stop logging onto that alluring world of cyber when you should be tackling the thousands of tasks your day presents you. It’s called work, Jennifer. Get a grip!
Something catches your eye – it’s a key lying on the floor. You stoop to pick it up and find that it has a room number on it. Without a moments thought (god knows why?) you turn and walk in the other direction to room B-149 – the number on the key.
The walk down the corridor is short. You turn a corner and the room is on your immediate right. How many times have you passed this door without notice and now it beacons you with a powerful sense of draw and mystery. As you slip the key into the door, your heart starts to pound. It’s a silly feeling – one that stirs up the bowels of your stomach – like a schoolgirl off on a foolish fantasy. You push the door open and find the room is in darkness but the light from the hallway gives you a glimpse of a crowded space – it’s full of boxes and old desks and the like. But in the centre of the room is a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Yes, you see it now as your eyes get accustomed to the faint luminosity, and below the tin lamp is a strange looking table. Your curiosity is baited and you stroll across the room without caution, ignoring the tingles crawling up your back. “Click”, the door closes behind you, echoing a soft voice of finality but you keep on walking towards the light – towards the table.
As you approach it you see restraints: a set for wrists and another for ankles. Your hand runs over the cold steel and you wonder what this possibly could have been used for. An uncontrollable urge sweeps over you and you hop up onto the table. Knowing what you should do next, you lie down, spreading your legs slightly so your ankles nuzzle into the steel restraints. You offer your wrists to the remaining cold clamps and suddenly the light goes out…
let your mind stroll to a place in your building…the one that you work in. It’s noon and you find yourself on a routine path - going to the cafeteria for a bite to eat in the basement of your work place. There is no one in the hallway as you routinely walk to your destination. It’s a familiar walk – you’re on ‘automatic pilot’, deep in thought of that mysterious man who has been intriguing you all morning online. You make a note to stop logging onto the alluring cyber world when you should be tackling the thousands of tasks your day presents you. It’s called work, Jennifer. Get a grip!
Something catches your eye – it’s a key lying on the floor. You stoop to pick it up and find that it has a room number on it. Without a moments thought (god knows why?) you turn and walk in the other direction to room B-149 – the number on the key.
The walk down the corridor is short. You turn a corner and the room is on your immediate right. You’ve passed this door so many times before without notice and now it beacons you with a powerful draw and sense of mystery. As you slip the key into the keyhole, your heart starts to pounds. It’s a silly feeling – one that stirs up the bowels of your stomach – like a schoolgirl off on a foolish fantasy. You push the door open and find the room is in darkness but the light from the hallway gives a glimpse of a crowded space – it’s full of boxes and old desks and the like. But in the centre of the room is a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Yes, you see it now as your eyes get accustomed to the faint luminosity - below the tin lamp is a strange looking table. Your curiosity is baited and you stroll across the room without caution or acknowlegement of your usual sensibility. “Cick”, the door closes echoing a soft voice of finality but you keep on walking towards the light – towards the table.
As you approach it you see restraints: one for wrists and one for ankles. Your fingertips run over the cold steel and you wonder what this apparatus could have possibly been used for. An uncontrollable urge takes you over – you go with it and hop up onto the table. You know what you should do next and lie down, spreading your legs slightly so your ankles naturally nuzzle into the steel restraints. You offer your wrists to the remaining cold clamps and suddenly the light goes out…
JM
Author's note: I can't take credit for the concept, but the interpretation and memory are all mine.
…let your mind stroll to a place in your building…the one that you work in. It’s noon and you find yourself on a routine mission - going to the cafeteria for a bite to eat in the basement of your work place. There is no one in the hallway as you routinely walk to your destination. It’s a familiar walk – you’re on ‘automatic pilot’, deep in thought of that mysterious man that has consumed you online all morning. You make note to stop logging onto that alluring world of cyber when you should be tackling the thousands of tasks your day presents you. It’s called work, Jennifer. Get a grip!
Something catches your eye – it’s a key lying on the floor. You stoop to pick it up and find that it has a room number on it. Without a moments thought (god knows why?) you turn and walk in the other direction to room B-149 – the number on the key.
The walk down the corridor is short. You turn a corner and the room is on your immediate right. How many times have you passed this door without notice and now it beacons you with a powerful sense of draw and mystery. As you slip the key into the door, your heart starts to pound. It’s a silly feeling – one that stirs up the bowels of your stomach – like a schoolgirl off on a foolish fantasy. You push the door open and find the room is in darkness but the light from the hallway gives you a glimpse of a crowded space – it’s full of boxes and old desks and the like. But in the centre of the room is a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Yes, you see it now as your eyes get accustomed to the faint luminosity, and below the tin lamp is a strange looking table. Your curiosity is baited and you stroll across the room without caution, ignoring the tingles crawling up your back. “Click”, the door closes behind you, echoing a soft voice of finality but you keep on walking towards the light – towards the table.
As you approach it you see restraints: a set for wrists and another for ankles. Your hand runs over the cold steel and you wonder what this possibly could have been used for. An uncontrollable urge sweeps over you and you hop up onto the table. Knowing what you should do next, you lie down, spreading your legs slightly so your ankles nuzzle into the steel restraints. You offer your wrists to the remaining cold clamps and suddenly the light goes out…
let your mind stroll to a place in your building…the one that you work in. It’s noon and you find yourself on a routine path - going to the cafeteria for a bite to eat in the basement of your work place. There is no one in the hallway as you routinely walk to your destination. It’s a familiar walk – you’re on ‘automatic pilot’, deep in thought of that mysterious man who has been intriguing you all morning online. You make a note to stop logging onto the alluring cyber world when you should be tackling the thousands of tasks your day presents you. It’s called work, Jennifer. Get a grip!
Something catches your eye – it’s a key lying on the floor. You stoop to pick it up and find that it has a room number on it. Without a moments thought (god knows why?) you turn and walk in the other direction to room B-149 – the number on the key.
The walk down the corridor is short. You turn a corner and the room is on your immediate right. You’ve passed this door so many times before without notice and now it beacons you with a powerful draw and sense of mystery. As you slip the key into the keyhole, your heart starts to pounds. It’s a silly feeling – one that stirs up the bowels of your stomach – like a schoolgirl off on a foolish fantasy. You push the door open and find the room is in darkness but the light from the hallway gives a glimpse of a crowded space – it’s full of boxes and old desks and the like. But in the centre of the room is a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Yes, you see it now as your eyes get accustomed to the faint luminosity - below the tin lamp is a strange looking table. Your curiosity is baited and you stroll across the room without caution or acknowlegement of your usual sensibility. “Cick”, the door closes echoing a soft voice of finality but you keep on walking towards the light – towards the table.
As you approach it you see restraints: one for wrists and one for ankles. Your fingertips run over the cold steel and you wonder what this apparatus could have possibly been used for. An uncontrollable urge takes you over – you go with it and hop up onto the table. You know what you should do next and lie down, spreading your legs slightly so your ankles naturally nuzzle into the steel restraints. You offer your wrists to the remaining cold clamps and suddenly the light goes out…
JM
Author's note: I can't take credit for the concept, but the interpretation and memory are all mine.
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Salvor-Hardon
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JenniferMidnight said:
WOW!
Breathless
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Jennifer
fantastic imagery.
D
fantastic imagery.
D
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Salvor-Hardon said:
Thanks Salvor H and Dreamliner. It's been a while since I've written anything and that felt good...real good....so good *smiling* Your notes are inspiring
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JenniferMidnight said:Thanks Salvor H and Dreamliner. It's been a while since I've written anything and that felt good...real good....so good *smiling* Your notes are inspiring
Jen
a phone call would have those writing juices raging hun..........do we feel one coming on.......listening to that voice over the wires.........
...it can raise the temerature somewhat!
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