Paul_Chance
The Watcher
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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.
A very sexy shot.
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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!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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Nicely illustrated little story.~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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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.
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Depending on the "Eric"...
It would be hard (pun intended) to not read into it. A wonderful fantasy.
Nicely illustrated little story.
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."
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.
Great story & absolutely smoking hot pic!
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've officially changed my name to Eric now when can I stop by to check out your box?
The veggies might come in handy.Why the name change? I can just add you to my list of local buyers. And since you requested it, I can oops photos to you once a week. You do have to pay for the veggies though.
I'm after your blueberries.Why the name change? I can just add you to my list of local buyers. And since you requested it, I can oops photos to you once a week. You do have to pay for the veggies though.
I WOOD say he will be showing more when he sees you than normal!~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.
The veggies might come in handy.
I'm after your blueberries.
How much are those, by the pound?
I WOOD say he will be showing more when he sees you than normal!
Um... I usually sell by the box load, so... not sure...what do you think they're worth?
Lemme see how they squeeze into the box.
They look premium!
What size box do you have?They're no where enough to fill the box, keep going!
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.
What size box do you have?
What’s not to like?! It’s a fucking hot image! Dayum…
What I miss?
Oh no.You missed my jawline, bewbs, and a nudey pic sent to the wrong person.
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.~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.