Black/White & ?

[AngelicAssassin]

The shape and proportion of the hand would suggest it's her own but the dimension of the right forearm would say unlikely.

You're getting fooled by the optical illusion of "closer looks bigger." Look closer at the carpal bones in the fingers, and metacarpals & tendons of her hand. For the latter, look how they extend through the wrist. Last, look at the "texturing" of both arms. See the almost "downy, but dark" perpendicular hair on each forearm? i'd love for that to be a slender, male arm as well, but i think we're seeing a classic "shoo fly" mid sleep irritation.

 

[babiesmiles]

You're getting fooled by the optical illusion of "closer looks bigger." Look closer at the carpal bones in the fingers, and metacarpals & tendons of her hand. For the latter, look how they extend through the wrist. Last, look at the "texturing" of both arms. See the almost "downy, but dark" perpendicular hair on each forearm? i'd love for that to be a slender, male arm as well, but i think we're seeing a classic "shoo fly" mid sleep irritation.

You are right about the bones of the hands, they are without doubt symmetrical . And the extensions of the lines of both hands would suggest they belong the same person. Although I think the right forearm has something extraneous to the remaining part of the body , but as you said it could easily be an optical illusion .

Though I never thought about a male arm .... because in my opinion a possessive lover's arm has not gender ...

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Cryptography 101

Though I never thought about a male arm .... because in my opinion a possessive lover's arm has not gender ...

Ah, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And no two minds possess the same imagination. In mine, i could almost sneak that arm past as mine save the upper part of the forearm. If my arm were in that picture, you don't see the other. Lends a whole new meaning to the phrase "past the wrist," doesn't it.

 

[babiesmiles]

Fair enough !

Mine was not intended to be a comment about imagination , it was instead a thought due to the simple observation of anatomical shapes.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Fair enough !

Mine was not intended to be a comment about imagination , it was instead a thought due to the simple observation of anatomical shapes.

Fine, want to bet i win the "roll her this way" contest?

i'll even let you keep your arm out there already for a headstart.

Be advised, i play to win.

 

[babiesmiles]

Be advised, i play to win.

I'm not scared ....

..... hmm maybe I should ..

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Fold ...

I'm not scared ....

..... hmm maybe I should ..

She's mine.

 

[babiesmiles]

She's mine.

You can keep her then !

 

[sincerely_helene]

I came for the pretty pictures, I stayed for the commentary.
and then I came for both

 

[anne22]

She's mine.

...very coveted words..

 

[babiesmiles]

I came for the pretty pictures, I stayed for the commentary.
and then I came for both

I enjoy both too

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Germina

Another onion ... and my imagination is stripping layers like a Ginsu knife in the hands of a Japanese steakhouse chef on crack.

i see a woman struggling to hide not only her nakedness, but her awareness of her nakedness from the observer. The positioning of her right hand holds the sheet against her thigh, not by accident, but because she's thought ahead. She doesn't cover her mons as one surprised normally would. She deliberately chose her thigh to pin the sheet to her body to avoid her hand calling attention to an area she does not wish to share for another's view. Her left hand has pinned part of the covering to her shoulder. Only her forearm, by nonchalent incidence of alignment, keeps the covering over the breast opposite the pinning. She casts not only her gaze down, but tilts her head forward to allow her hair to cover a portion of her face. Does she do this so the observer cannot see the blush upon that hidden cheek? This isn't shame. This is awareness of awareness.

How sweet the sting of revelation to such a psyche if one snatched the cover away. Would she involuntarily react, and cover that which she's underplayed? Would she fall to the floor in embarrassment?

Yes, i see a Vidalia begging to be consumed ... sweet in the taking, as well as the tasting.

 

[babiesmiles]

Another onion ... and my imagination is stripping layers like a Ginsu knife in the hands of a Japanese steakhouse chef on crack.

i see a woman struggling to hide not only her nakedness, but her awareness of her nakedness from the observer. The positioning of her right hand holds the sheet against her thigh, not by accident, but because she's thought ahead. She doesn't cover her mons as one surprised normally would. She deliberately chose her thigh to pin the sheet to her body to avoid her hand calling attention to an area she does not wish to share for another's view. Her left hand has pinned part of the covering to her shoulder. Only her forearm, by nonchalent incidence of alignment, keeps the covering over the breast opposite the pinning. She casts not only her gaze down, but tilts her head forward to allow her hair to cover a portion of her face. Does she do this so the observer cannot see the blush upon that hidden cheek? This isn't shame. This is awareness of awareness.

How sweet the sting of revelation to such a psyche if one snatched the cover away. Would she involuntarily react, and cover that which she's underplayed? Would she fall to the floor in embarrassment?

Yes, i see a Vidalia begging to be consumed ... sweet in the taking, as well as the tasting.

I 'm going to seem an heretic now ...but .. I can't help it .... I have to not cheat... Cry havoc ..etcetera ..etcetera ...

Looking at the above pic , without read your comment (to not be influenced) the first thing I saw was a very young girl .... trying on her skin the soft silk of her first evening gown ...enjoying the texture of the smooth cloth and mentally shivering in anticipation for the feeling to wear it the first time for her first gala evening ...

She aches to be finally seen as a grown up ... to be admired and feel beautiful , desirable , courted , seduced ...... tempted .

She is daydreaming, in front of a mirror we can't see, about all the wonderful things that will happen to her in the close , coming special night just wearing her magical silky dress .....

Maybe an encounter ... maybe a secret desire of an unconfessed love meeting .... , she shakes and blush .... but she does it thinking with a shadow of shame mixed to a guilty pleasure that maybe the dress she is going to wear in her girlish bedroom... later in night will be maybe taken off in another room .. by other hands, lover's hands .... man's hands ...

Awareness ? you are right .... at last it is awareness as well .



Sorry to hijack the coherence of your speech instead to answer , but that was on istinct what I saw in the pic.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Thomas Kierst

Stark, no nonsense, submission.

A pregnant moment if i've seen one, so full of potential, you can hardly wait to see what happens next. Snatched by the cuffs off her feet? Thread wrapped around the barbells in the nipples for leads yanked cruelly? Perhaps a little wand play near that belly button to turn her into a streaming waterfall of tears?

 

[sincerely_helene]

She promises to be a good girl next time...
Honest!

 

[slave C]

Stark, no nonsense, submission.

A pregnant moment if i've seen one, so full of potential, you can hardly wait to see what happens next. Snatched by the cuffs off her feet? Thread wrapped around the barbells in the nipples for leads yanked cruelly? Perhaps a little wand play near that belly button to turn her into a streaming waterfall of tears?

This picture makes me whimper. I want to be where she is. slave c

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Germina

Has to be one of the most peaceful "I do" photos i've ever seen.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Thomas Kierst

A table dance of another color. Did she volunteer? Has she relaxed in resignation, or does she simply marshal her strength for things to come? Steel on metal (chrome, aluminum, itself, etc) makes a particularly distinct sound. So close to her head, so sharp, so soft, yet so intense. Someone will eat her alive in either the literal, or figurative sense.

 

[duckiesmut]

A table dance of another color. Did she volunteer? Has she relaxed in resignation, or does she simply marshal her strength for things to come? Steel on metal (chrome, aluminum, itself, etc) makes a particularly distinct sound. So close to her head, so sharp, so soft, yet so intense. Someone will eat her alive in either the literal, or figurative sense.

If there's enough time in your day, please more pictures.

 

[snowy ciara]

I want to know what's going on in the half of the picture we can't see. Is she kneeling as he stands over her with a flogger or whip? Kissing her way up his legs preparatory to oral servitude? Maybe she's resting her elbows and forehead on the floor and waiting for it all to begin, whatever it is?

 

[snowy ciara]

edited because I got the wrong thread, sorry AA!

 

[babiesmiles]

A table dance of another color. Did she volunteer? Has she relaxed in resignation, or does she simply marshal her strength for things to come? Steel on metal (chrome, aluminum, itself, etc) makes a particularly distinct sound. So close to her head, so sharp, so soft, yet so intense. Someone will eat her alive in either the literal, or figurative sense.

I dont have many comments about this pic , it gives me sensations not words.

Although the more I watch it the more I like it .

Its peaceful , relaxed ...almost immersed in a aura of quiet , the quiet before the storm . And it intrigues me. A lot

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Thomas Kierst

... the quiet before the storm.

The pregnant moment before a storm breaks? The wind begins to gust. Dust devils swirl loose debris and rip some of the more delicate petals away before disappearing suddenly, dropping everything to the ground.

This, however, isn't that pregnant moment. This is a woman quite confident in herself. Long curls made for yanking deliberately piled high by her, daring someone to use them as reins. A strong back promises a hard ride. That little dimple, just above the crease, begs for the most tender of caresses to make her giggle, or the harshest rake of nails to make her scream. An almost perfect pear shaped tail she thrusts back taunting for strike, bite, or plunge. The gap between the uppermost point of her thighs still exists as she nonchalantly crosses her legs offering a glimpse of treasure ripe for the plunder. She's locked one knee tempting the right key to buckle, and those ankles plead for the grasp of strong hands to bend her double.

This isn't quiet. This is a challenge. And the best horse never knows.

 

[babiesmiles]

Nice pic & suggestive description !
I liked both !

 

[JupitersGirl]

That is one beautiful body!