Creative musings

Deciding to spend the night out in the bedroom in the studio by the pool, there was the opportunity to heat the room to indoor summer levels and be a little loud. Lovely to be on top of the bed rather than under the weight of doonas and the like.
While chatting with a few interested people online, he came down and decided that my solo time might be about ready to advance to duo. Careful that I was still online, his efforts to quietly snuggle in from behind was complicated by a little something (well, not so little something) looking for a better fit. The other side soon got the giggles when they realised my bum on the bed off screen might be getting some attention. Keeping a straight face is hard.

attachment.php
 
Deciding to spend the night out in the bedroom in the studio by the pool, there was the opportunity to heat the room to indoor summer levels and be a little loud. Lovely to be on top of the bed rather than under the weight of doonas and the like.
While chatting with a few interested people online, he came down and decided that my solo time might be about ready to advance to duo. Careful that I was still online, his efforts to quietly snuggle in from behind was complicated by a little something (well, not so little something) looking for a better fit. The other side soon got the giggles when they realised my bum on the bed off screen might be getting some attention. Keeping a straight face is hard.

attachment.php
And such the lovely bun it is! :heart:
 
Deciding to spend the night out in the bedroom in the studio by the pool, there was the opportunity to heat the room to indoor summer levels and be a little loud. Lovely to be on top of the bed rather than under the weight of doonas and the like.
While chatting with a few interested people online, he came down and decided that my solo time might be about ready to advance to duo. Careful that I was still online, his efforts to quietly snuggle in from behind was complicated by a little something (well, not so little something) looking for a better fit. The other side soon got the giggles when they realised my bum on the bed off screen might be getting some attention. Keeping a straight face is hard.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2073924&stc=1&d=1561647383

Perfect position for some fun on the side.
 
Deciding to spend the night out in the bedroom in the studio by the pool, there was the opportunity to heat the room to indoor summer levels and be a little loud. Lovely to be on top of the bed rather than under the weight of doonas and the like.
While chatting with a few interested people online, he came down and decided that my solo time might be about ready to advance to duo. Careful that I was still online, his efforts to quietly snuggle in from behind was complicated by a little something (well, not so little something) looking for a better fit. The other side soon got the giggles when they realised my bum on the bed off screen might be getting some attention. Keeping a straight face is hard.

attachment.php

One of the finest shapes in existence..! I trust your not so little ‘something’ enjoyed the better fit..
 
Sometimes it is not bathroom boobs, or knees around your ears with a big grin, but simply the glimpse and hint of something that burns into the memory banks and is instantly recollectable.
Perhaps it was the lady who stood up off the grass while all around her were lazing around, the sun shining through her thin cotton dress, and legs going up to something just out of view, but your mind filed in the blanks anyway. What did you imagine that you might have seen? Does you memory have the smell of sunshine, the scent of laundered cotton, perhaps a faint perfume, soap, or skin smell?
Does the total sensory picture of that fleeting moment rate highly in your permanent memory, even though the passage of time might be long?
attachment.php
 
Simply put, yes. The smell of the breeze and sun warmed grass. That freckle off to the side of her knee. The curliness of her hair as it sticks out from under her hat. The way she stretches for the briefest of moments. Her laugh.
 
Sometimes it is not bathroom boobs, or knees around your ears with a big grin, but simply the glimpse and hint of something that burns into the memory banks and is instantly recollectable.
Perhaps it was the lady who stood up off the grass while all around her were lazing around, the sun shining through her thin cotton dress, and legs going up to something just out of view, but your mind filed in the blanks anyway. What did you imagine that you might have seen? Does you memory have the smell of sunshine, the scent of laundered cotton, perhaps a faint perfume, soap, or skin smell?
Does the total sensory picture of that fleeting moment rate highly in your permanent memory, even though the passage of time might be long?
https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2076535&stc=1&d=1564661977

I still remember the fresh taste and smell of my first virgin and the look on her face as she enjoyed her first orgasm administered by another person.

Beautiful upskirt. I’ve seen lots where the sun shines through a thin summer dress
 
Simply put, yes. The smell of the breeze and sun warmed grass. That freckle off to the side of her knee. The curliness of her hair as it sticks out from under her hat. The way she stretches for the briefest of moments. Her laugh.
That's the best bit of a total memory. When you play it back you get the full scene.
I still remember the fresh taste and smell of my first virgin and the look on her face as she enjoyed her first orgasm administered by another person.

Beautiful upskirt. I’ve seen lots where the sun shines through a thin summer dress
That's one of the delights of summer weather, to be able to wear light cotton
 
Deciding to spend the night out in the bedroom in the studio by the pool, there was the opportunity to heat the room to indoor summer levels and be a little loud. Lovely to be on top of the bed rather than under the weight of doonas and the like.
While chatting with a few interested people online, he came down and decided that my solo time might be about ready to advance to duo. Careful that I was still online, his efforts to quietly snuggle in from behind was complicated by a little something (well, not so little something) looking for a better fit. The other side soon got the giggles when they realised my bum on the bed off screen might be getting some attention. Keeping a straight face is hard.

attachment.php

Beautiful bum!
 
Sometimes it is not bathroom boobs, or knees around your ears with a big grin, but simply the glimpse and hint of something that burns into the memory banks and is instantly recollectable.
Perhaps it was the lady who stood up off the grass while all around her were lazing around, the sun shining through her thin cotton dress, and legs going up to something just out of view, but your mind filed in the blanks anyway. What did you imagine that you might have seen? Does you memory have the smell of sunshine, the scent of laundered cotton, perhaps a faint perfume, soap, or skin smell?
Does the total sensory picture of that fleeting moment rate highly in your permanent memory, even though the passage of time might be long?
attachment.php
I missed this one. Very sunshine alluring, it sets a nice minds' picture.
 
burns into the memory banks

Your searing photos certainly burn in my memory bank. you certainly are not short of ideas on how to stir me up and make me long for more.
 
Must be just about the end of winter down there. How long will we have to wait to see tan lines disappear again?
Get the odd nice day out and wild flowers are starting so it will be beach season in a week or two
 
After a hard day of meetings, its nice to be able to make it back to the hotel late afternoon and just strip off. You can make it look like you are just innocently laying there to the casual observer from the side, but its also nice to pop in the remote pleasure bead and just lay there clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, while it builds you up.
The hotel toilets here in Tokyo are the washlet kind with the twin nozzles that squirt water and move around. If you build yourself up nicely beforehand you can go and sit there and find the sweet spot for a no hands bit of afternoon delight.
attachment.php
 
After a hard day of meetings, its nice to be able to make it back to the hotel late afternoon and just strip off. You can make it look like you are just innocently laying there to the casual observer from the side, but its also nice to pop in the remote pleasure bead and just lay there clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, while it builds you up.
The hotel toilets here in Tokyo are the washlet kind with the twin nozzles that squirt water and move around. If you build yourself up nicely beforehand you can go and sit there and find the sweet spot for a no hands bit of afternoon delight.
https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2079871&stc=1&d=1568359470

A beautiful view of your hotel room and you in it having an internal work out.
 
After a hard day of meetings, its nice to be able to make it back to the hotel late afternoon and just strip off. You can make it look like you are just innocently laying there to the casual observer from the side, but its also nice to pop in the remote pleasure bead and just lay there clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, while it builds you up.
The hotel toilets here in Tokyo are the washlet kind with the twin nozzles that squirt water and move around. If you build yourself up nicely beforehand you can go and sit there and find the sweet spot for a no hands bit of afternoon delight.
attachment.php

Always great pics. I’m biased but hope you have more meetings like this if this is the result.
 
Back
Top