A Passing Interest - Redux

Well, you might not think it's up to the gallery standard, but I sure do. I might be a little biased. :)

A very sexy shot.
 
Thick thighs save lives.
I've heard it many times in regard to thunder and lightning, but you know what? I think it's rubbish. Thick thighs end lives and bring life anew. I can hear the wheels whirring, so calm your brains and tongues for a second and hear me out. Have you ever ventured between someone's thighs and returned the same? No. The experience changed you, ended the old you, and you were born anew.

Guardians of a sacred flower
Petals drenched in honeyed dew
The scent alone enough to change a soul
A taste is what ends and starts anew.

Or blah blah.. random shit bouncing around inside my head.

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I'm pretty sure that if I spent any time nestled between your thighs, feasting on your nectar as it drips (pours?) from your hairy (another plus in my book!) honey pot, I'd be born again too!

The heady scent and taste of honey would surely propel me to a higher state of awareness and arousal 😈


I need to befriend this Scoundrel chap so I might inveigle an invitation to partake of some JAF shenanigans!
 
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

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Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
 
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

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Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
Nicely illustrated little story.
 
Need 2 reactions : :love: and 😲

Depending on the "Eric"...

It would be hard
(pun intended) to not read into it. A wonderful fantasy.

Haha! Thanks, darlin'. And you have no clue how many times I have almost sent the wrong photo out. 🥶

Oh! I thought of you the other day! I found some artwork of curvy nude faeries in various poses and thought, "I wonder if Throbbs has done that before."

Nicely illustrated little story.

Thank you, Mr. Fish. 😄
 
Haha! Thanks, darlin'. And you have no clue how many times I have almost sent the wrong photo out. 🥶

Oh! I thought of you the other day! I found some artwork of curvy nude faeries in various poses and thought, "I wonder if Throbbs has done that before."

nope.

A previous LIT name
 

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~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

View attachment 2254249

Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
Great story & absolutely smoking hot pic!
 
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

View attachment 2254249

Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
I've officially changed my name to Eric now when can I stop by to check out your box?
 
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

View attachment 2254249

Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
I WOOD say he will be showing more when he sees you than normal! ;) ;) :devilish:
 
The veggies might come in handy. 🤣

*tries to imagine the use of a pumpkin*
Oh hell no.... and no, no salad making with my lady bits as a bowl. Nope, nope.

I'm after your blueberries. :D

Check back next June when they're in season. 🤪

How much are those, by the pound?

Um... I usually sell by the box load, so... not sure...what do you think they're worth?

I WOOD say he will be showing more when he sees you than normal! ;) ;) :devilish:

Bahahahaha. You goofball.
You still owe me a morning face pic. 😜 Just reminding ya.
 
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

View attachment 2254249

Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
What’s not to like?! It’s a fucking hot image! Dayum…
 
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up? 😏 ~

Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?

I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.

View attachment 2254249

Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.

My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.

~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~

It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.

~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it. 😁 I'll see you later for the box pick up.~

He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
There is no doubt in my mind that anyone with eyes and a sense of humour (cuz the situation makes me smile) would love that pic. Thanks for sharing with us.
 
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