Alone on my deck, surrounded by the quiet goings-on of my neighborhood, I revel in the erotic perceptions of sensory contrapositions. The sun massages its heat into my skin while… Read more »
I am awash in sensation, my nipples pebbled wantonly against the soft cotton of my sundress. Lucchese leather dress boots decorate my legs…which are pressed together at the knee…forcing my… Read more »
DISCLAIMER: This post has been written with positive intentions, for the purpose of sharing information. It was not written to educate, infuriate, irritate, or otherwise annoy. I am not an expert, and… Read more »
Yes, that’s the Mister. And yes, he’s wearing clothes. While I (as usual) am not. Naked is the new black! And skin is always in… Happy Wanton Wednesday!
I love this photo because it *shows* very little, while simultaneously *revealing* much. Someone made a comment on a recent post about ‘looking down upon Mount Fever.’ However, when it… Read more »
Slick evidence of my earlier orgasm coats the pale snow and night-black lace of my inner thighs; the pearlescent glimmer on stockinged skin mirrors the sparks in your eyes. I hold your… Read more »