So classy and beautiful. The mood of this shot, for lack of a better word, is palpable and sexy. The lighting and shadows, as well as your placement and position in the shot, make for a very aesthetically-pleasing whole. And despite what I said in a recent post about loving the occasional glimpse of your face, the way the camera cuts off just below your shoulders gives it a very intriguing sense of anonymity.
And then there are your words, which as always arouse and excite.
There’s something so alluring about a woman who’s naked, save for a solitary garment. That the garment you chose to leave until last is a suspender belt allows the voyeur to ponder on some delicious questions. What was the full ensemble like, and how did you appear attired in it? Who chose to leave that item until last – was it you, or did you have an assistant to make the choice for you? And why are you pulling on that rear suspender? Are you seeking to distract yourself from something, or is it a substitute, for something you’d prefer to envelop in your touch?
Whatever the answers might be, I thank you for affording me the opportunity to consider them.
Your skills as a photographer are eclipsed only by your beauty as a woman.
I find I have little choice but to begin with a confession, Leonnatus – the beauty of your praise, the nuance and eroticism of your reading and questions have taken my breath clear away.
I wonder if this was your intention.
As I sit here on this rainy afternoon, my mind is a blur with erotic thoughts of my own, with sensual and carnal imagery, with the flicker that would bring to life the stills, command into the light the details, the sights, the sounds, the scents, the heat, the bodies and cravings that would answer each one of your provocative and tempting scenes.
But for now I’ll press my lips together, hold my tongue and wonder about your response if you encountered a woman dressed in nothing but black suspenders…
(One final thing, Leonnatus – welcome to my Cake…)
Lover, shut out the world
sit down and look at me whilst you caress your cunt
Actually, this was just the show I put on for him.
Thank you for the very erotic thought…
There is a world??? I thought there is only you?
Oh… You sweet talker, you…
I LOVE hide-and-seek!
Me too! With Naked Twister a close second…
Yes to the intensity that darkness brings, Goddess…
Yes… All senses awakened, roused… Bodies craving, alive…
turn down the lights…..turn up the fucking heat……you never fail minx xxxx
Blushing, swooning, grinning…
my beautiful, I have some candles for candlelit atmosphere and for a couple other uses. let me feel my way into you :*
Now… Hang a left… Oohhh… Yes… Right…. There… 😉
I feel like shouting, “Me, Miss, Me, Me Me!” 😛 xx
Ha! That kind of enthusiasm would earn you a gold star, Ian. And then some… 🙂
So classy and beautiful. The mood of this shot, for lack of a better word, is palpable and sexy. The lighting and shadows, as well as your placement and position in the shot, make for a very aesthetically-pleasing whole. And despite what I said in a recent post about loving the occasional glimpse of your face, the way the camera cuts off just below your shoulders gives it a very intriguing sense of anonymity.
And then there are your words, which as always arouse and excite.
Thank you for this very generous and thoughtful response. I’m deeply touched, Jack…
There’s something so alluring about a woman who’s naked, save for a solitary garment. That the garment you chose to leave until last is a suspender belt allows the voyeur to ponder on some delicious questions. What was the full ensemble like, and how did you appear attired in it? Who chose to leave that item until last – was it you, or did you have an assistant to make the choice for you? And why are you pulling on that rear suspender? Are you seeking to distract yourself from something, or is it a substitute, for something you’d prefer to envelop in your touch?
Whatever the answers might be, I thank you for affording me the opportunity to consider them.
Your skills as a photographer are eclipsed only by your beauty as a woman.
-Leonnatus
I find I have little choice but to begin with a confession, Leonnatus – the beauty of your praise, the nuance and eroticism of your reading and questions have taken my breath clear away.
I wonder if this was your intention.
As I sit here on this rainy afternoon, my mind is a blur with erotic thoughts of my own, with sensual and carnal imagery, with the flicker that would bring to life the stills, command into the light the details, the sights, the sounds, the scents, the heat, the bodies and cravings that would answer each one of your provocative and tempting scenes.
But for now I’ll press my lips together, hold my tongue and wonder about your response if you encountered a woman dressed in nothing but black suspenders…
(One final thing, Leonnatus – welcome to my Cake…)