Move in.
Close.
Close enough to sense my heat, to bask in the gleam on my skin, to commit to memory my perfume, the softness of my breath, the moan released from these rouged lips as I struggle with my need, as I silently fight the urge to reach out and touch lightly your bronzed nakedness.
Near enough to have your gaze possess and scorch your mark deep into my flesh, to have your look trace the line, the curves of this body, the dim light and each accenting shadow, the pearlescent spheres wound about the slender throat your hands crave to sensually grip, the string soon to be replaced by the glistening beads of your violent passion, to have your eyes travel languorously all the way down the tautness of my belly, your flesh and desire and mind a whir as you fix on the pearls nestled into this sodden scarlet smoothness, around the throbbing bud of my purest pleasure, between the cunt lips, along the intimate place even now begging, pleading, craving your voracious mouth and tongue and dexterous fingers, your cock, your thrusts, your come deep inside my sweet tight cunt, the beautiful brutality of your invasion.
Beautiful words and an awesome photograph!
Thank you on both counts, Franco!
Little-know historical fact…Glenn Miller had the very same thoughts! ๐
Perhaps he was the one whispering in my ear as I draped myself in pearls… ๐
your work with shadows continues to be sublime. your pearls are becoming a character unto itself :*
The pearls and I are tickled you approve, gorgeous…
There is just something about you and your pearls. I know what it is. Pure dynamite
Mike
If you can’t quite put your finger on it, perhaps you should slide on over here to experience this explosive…
(Thank you for the ‘pure dynamite’ tag, Mike. I adore it!)
Perhaps I shall slide Down. To the Antipodes. Would that work? And you’re welcome!
The buttons you push with your pen CM, are as endlessly enticing and clear to see as those you’ve put on display here.
I’ve an urgent, graphic need, to sink my teeth in..
Sink them deep, Bhp. Then feed, devour, spend us both…
Sparking the ember of your heat to a roaring flame.
Yes, you do just that. Each and every time…
Definitely.
Those pearls are going exactly where my eyes would like to go. And if my eyes went there, my hands and fingers would surely follow. To be trailed by my mouth, my tongue, and my teeth. Until we get to the point where the pearls end… and my pleasure is just getting started.
Pearl’s end as pleasure’s beginning?
Absolute perfection, VL…
now breathless, heart racing, guilt ridden. spent. what have you done to me?
To be honest, I’m unsure. But I can only hope your racing pulse and ragged breath (sans guilt, of course) lingers for a while yet…
Beautiful, pearls are without doubt one of the most sensual playthings in the world…
Absolutely. There’s nothing like their smooth, lustrous coolness on warm skin…
Heart racing just thinking about you having that picture taken…
Actually, it’s a self-portrait. But there were racing hearts involved – mine (as I shot it for him) and his (once his dark gaze fell upon it)… ๐
Fabulous shot.
I’m genuinely chuffed you think so…