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[EmmAgain]

She's a sweet little thing, isn't she??

Yes I was. Still am.

 

[RedmanReaction19]

Yes I was. Still am.

That look was heavenly!!

 

[EmmAgain]

That look was heavenly!!

I def knew the right people for the right parties. Best darned year of my life.

 

[bjlatx]

Tangled up in blue . . .

https://cdni.pornpics.com/1280/7/519/38395491/38395491_005_3bb9.jpg

JGB fan?

 

[LillianDevereux]

This is absolutely breathtaking!!

MY POLKA DOTTED DRESS TIED NICELY BENEATH FULL LUSH BREASTS: I am not breathtaking, but I am real! If you look close and enlarge my attached personal photo you can see my nipples peeking through. Nipples like compass needles pointing into the right direction. If you would be there with me, you will also find that my entire dress is see-through, so perfect for a ride and getting dressed for my date. I love when my thin dress presses hard against my pussy. Once he touches my pussy I react immediately and pushing my thighs together, trapping his hand in my crotch. I instinctively know that surely my thighs will then quiver as he takes command with the force of his fingers. I like in having my tits and pussy played with reminding me that I will do anything he wants. The mere thought of the smell of my pussy on his hands makes me wet. Perhaps the way my pussy is responding, it may be betraying me and my desires? But what better opening message and thank you can a girl get from her man on her first date?

 

[HicksDD63]

Thanks. You should see it completely nude or having sex with another man!

Nice tits. I bet they have great Ocean motion when she’s getting fucked.

 

[Tom_Brown]

Nice tits. I bet they have great Ocean motion when she’s getting fucked.

Oh yeah. Watching her ride that other guy and see her tits going back and forth was amazing. Especially when he began playing with them and sucking on them.
Her nipples are extremely sensitive, so she loves to have them nibbled on and twisted while she’s being fucked!

 

[HicksDD63]

Oh yeah. Watching her ride that other guy and see her tits going back and forth was amazing. Especially when he began playing with them and sucking on them.
Her nipples are extremely sensitive, so she loves to have them nibbled on and twisted while she’s being fucked!

She sounds a lot like my wife. She loves to have her tits rocked hard while fucking.

 

[tabber]

If you look close and enlarge my attached personal photo you can see my nipples peeking through. Nipples like compass needles pointing into the right direction.
https://i.ibb.co/1GL9PMdy/See-Through.jpg

Yep! I see them! Thanks for sharing!

 

[Wageslave]

Thanks. You should see it completely nude or having sex with another man!

I think we'd all like to see that

 

[Tom_Brown]

By request:

https://ibb.co/KW9PVvw

 

[SecretAdmirer584]

MY POLKA DOTTED DRESS TIED NICELY BENEATH FULL LUSH BREASTS: I am not breathtaking, but I am real! If you look close and enlarge my attached personal photo you can see my nipples peeking through. Nipples like compass needles pointing into the right direction. If you would be there with me, you will also find that my entire dress is see-through, so perfect for a ride and getting dressed for my date. I love when my thin dress presses hard against my pussy. Once he touches my pussy I react immediately and pushing my thighs together, trapping his hand in my crotch. I instinctively know that surely my thighs will then quiver as he takes command with the force of his fingers. I like in having my tits and pussy played with reminding me that I will do anything he wants. The mere thought of the smell of my pussy on his hands makes me wet. Perhaps the way my pussy is responding, it may be betraying me and my desires? But what better opening message and thank you can a girl get from her man on her first date?

https://i.ibb.co/1GL9PMdy/See-Through.jpg

You sell yourself short…you should see yourself through my eyes, you are absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. You give me heart palpitations.
I LOVE the way you look in that thin polka dotted dress. I love the entire outfit.
I can just imagine sitting in front of you, just where you do your pose. I reach out and touch your knees. I gently pull your legs apart and look at your face with your beautiful smile. Slowly, very slowly, your legs open and my gaze shift to your pussy, glistening with your sex juices.
I slide my hands inward over your warm, smooth, and soft inner thighs. You immediately react by pushing your thighs together, but my fingers are already on your crotch. I can feel your wetness and the heat of your pussy. I lean in and smell the aroma of your sex, it is intoxicating and I am drunk with lust.
You slightly release your thighs, and I slide my fingers between your pussy lips, over your entrance and over your clit, scooping up as much of your pussy juices as I can, then I bring my wet fingers to my mouth and suck your juices off of my fingers. You taste fantastic, I must have more. This time I slowly push two fingers inside your pussy. I can feel you stretch open and it drives me crazy. Again I scoop your pussy with my fingers and then rub my entire hand between your now flaring pussy lips. I return my hand to my mouth and while looking you straight in the eyes I suck you off of my fingers and lick my hand clean.
You lean backwards while placing your foot on the back of the one seat, and the other on the boot, giving me free and unrestricted access to your juicy beautiful cunt. I lean in and slowly and gently start to eat you out, burning the memory of your taste, the texture of your smooth wet warm pussy, and your aroma into my memory forever.

 

[RedmanReaction19]

JGB fan?

I am . . . especially when she looks like that .

 

[LillianDevereux]

You sell yourself short…you should see yourself through my eyes, you are absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. You give me heart palpitations. I LOVE the way you look in that thin polka dotted dress. I love the entire outfit. Burning the memory of your taste, the texture of your smooth wet warm pussy…and your aroma into my memory forever...

RESUSCITATED MEMORY. RESTRUCTURING TODAY UPON THE RECOLLECTIONS OF YESTERDAY: Thank you. I do not get many replies like this. So your reply and moves are a big treat for me. Sitting here now I question myself when writing of this marvelous memory. Even now with my eyes closed and my head back, I can still feel his presence, his stares tangible and demanding in anticipation. My body at the time being a mass of nerves receiving sensory input from every direction: I hear, I see, I taste, and me growing wet from the heat of he just sitting next to me.

HEY TOTO I HAVE THE FEELING WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE: Foreplay with him was pretty much guaranteed to be an affair to be remembered. I always had the ability to be making an awesome display of myself of something so simple as sliding myself into my convertible and the way I would slide and shamelessly spread and expose my pussy, revealing several inches of my creamy white thighs, thighs like the cream that I suck from my coffee. Blazing in a exiting contrast to the jet-black bands at the tops of my stockings. This is my art!

RECALLING OUR TALK. CHATTER. WORDS THAT SUCCINCTLY CAPTURE THE MOODS OF OUR ESCAPADES: He loving my hair pulled-back, my red Chanel painted lips; my whorish make-up and extra long fingernails; my heavily painted eyes and me running my lacquered nails slowly around the fullness of my lips. Fuck lips and suck lips. He cherishing the reflection of my breasts overflowing in my underwired brassiere; pushed-out by the constricting cling of my blue frilly see-through dress.

WE HUGGED AND KISSED AS WE DROVE TO ONE OF THE CHEAP HOTELS THAT WE HAD FREQUENTED THE LAST TIME TOGETHER: He wanted uninterrupted, filthy sex complete with dirty talking, hair pulling and rug-burns. Perhaps I should jump back into my SL convertible and drive to his home across the Bay. To thank him for our past and very special moments? Putting on my favourite red Angora sweater and he sucking my hard nipples right through the sweater. Having ‘HIS WANT’ feeling and tasting me all over again and encouraging him into rubbing his fingers all over my pussy and possessing my femme heat! Little girl blue frills. Naughty girl frills. Naughty girl thrills.


https://i.ibb.co/99p1CgN8/Lounging.jpg

 

[strokinnoff1]

RESUSCITATED MEMORY. RESTRUCTURING TODAY UPON THE RECOLLECTIONS OF YESTERDAY: Thank you. I do not get many replies like this. So your reply and moves are a big treat for me. Sitting here now I question myself when writing of this marvelous memory. Even now with my eyes closed and my head back, I can still feel his presence, his stares tangible and demanding in anticipation. My body at the time being a mass of nerves receiving sensory input from every direction: I hear, I see, I taste, and me growing wet from the heat of he just sitting next to me.

HEY TOTO I HAVE THE FEELING WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE: Foreplay with him was pretty much guaranteed to be an affair to be remembered. I always had the ability to be making an awesome display of myself of something so simple as sliding myself into my convertible and the way I would slide and shamelessly spread and expose my pussy, revealing several inches of my creamy white thighs, thighs like the cream that I suck from my coffee. Blazing in a exiting contrast to the jet-black bands at the tops of my stockings. This is my art!

RECALLING OUR TALK. CHATTER. WORDS THAT SUCCINCTLY CAPTURE THE MOODS OF OUR ESCAPADES: He loving my hair pulled-back, my red Chanel painted lips; my whorish make-up and extra long fingernails; my heavily painted eyes and me running my lacquered nails slowly around the fullness of my lips. Fuck lips and suck lips. He cherishing the reflection of my breasts overflowing in my underwired brassiere; pushed-out by the constricting cling of my blue frilly see-through dress.

WE HUGGED AND KISSED AS WE DROVE TO ONE OF THE CHEAP HOTELS THAT WE HAD FREQUENTED THE LAST TIME TOGETHER: He wanted uninterrupted, filthy sex complete with dirty talking, hair pulling and rug-burns. Perhaps I should jump back into my SL convertible and drive to his home across the Bay. To thank him for our past and very special moments? Putting on my favourite red Angora sweater and he sucking my hard nipples right through the sweater. Having ‘HIS WANT’ feeling and tasting me all over again and encouraging him into rubbing his fingers all over my pussy and possessing my femme heat! Little girl blue frills. Naughty girl frills. Naughty girl thrills.

https://i.ibb.co/1YjcDdpY/See-Through.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/gbFf2Qnk/Happy-Times.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/99p1CgN8/Lounging.jpg

You're stunning!!

 

[Mike130]

RESUSCITATED MEMORY. RESTRUCTURING TODAY UPON THE RECOLLECTIONS OF YESTERDAY: Thank you. I do not get many replies like this. So your reply and moves are a big treat for me. Sitting here now I question myself when writing of this marvelous memory. Even now with my eyes closed and my head back, I can still feel his presence, his stares tangible and demanding in anticipation. My body at the time being a mass of nerves receiving sensory input from every direction: I hear, I see, I taste, and me growing wet from the heat of he just sitting next to me.

HEY TOTO I HAVE THE FEELING WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE: Foreplay with him was pretty much guaranteed to be an affair to be remembered. I always had the ability to be making an awesome display of myself of something so simple as sliding myself into my convertible and the way I would slide and shamelessly spread and expose my pussy, revealing several inches of my creamy white thighs, thighs like the cream that I suck from my coffee. Blazing in a exiting contrast to the jet-black bands at the tops of my stockings. This is my art!

RECALLING OUR TALK. CHATTER. WORDS THAT SUCCINCTLY CAPTURE THE MOODS OF OUR ESCAPADES: He loving my hair pulled-back, my red Chanel painted lips; my whorish make-up and extra long fingernails; my heavily painted eyes and me running my lacquered nails slowly around the fullness of my lips. Fuck lips and suck lips. He cherishing the reflection of my breasts overflowing in my underwired brassiere; pushed-out by the constricting cling of my blue frilly see-through dress.

WE HUGGED AND KISSED AS WE DROVE TO ONE OF THE CHEAP HOTELS THAT WE HAD FREQUENTED THE LAST TIME TOGETHER: He wanted uninterrupted, filthy sex complete with dirty talking, hair pulling and rug-burns. Perhaps I should jump back into my SL convertible and drive to his home across the Bay. To thank him for our past and very special moments? Putting on my favourite red Angora sweater and he sucking my hard nipples right through the sweater. Having ‘HIS WANT’ feeling and tasting me all over again and encouraging him into rubbing his fingers all over my pussy and possessing my femme heat! Little girl blue frills. Naughty girl frills. Naughty girl thrills.

https://i.ibb.co/1YjcDdpY/See-Through.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/gbFf2Qnk/Happy-Times.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/99p1CgN8/Lounging.jpg

You had me at “sucking my hard nipples right through the sweater.” That, and your fuck lips and whorish makeup have my thick cock rock hard. My ‘milk’ as white and creamy as your thighs…

 

[HawkerPenn]

RESUSCITATED MEMORY. RESTRUCTURING TODAY UPON THE RECOLLECTIONS OF YESTERDAY: Thank you. I do not get many replies like this. So your reply and moves are a big treat for me. Sitting here now I question myself when writing of this marvelous memory. Even now with my eyes closed and my head back, I can still feel his presence, his stares tangible and demanding in anticipation. My body at the time being a mass of nerves receiving sensory input from every direction: I hear, I see, I taste, and me growing wet from the heat of he just sitting next to me.

HEY TOTO I HAVE THE FEELING WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE: Foreplay with him was pretty much guaranteed to be an affair to be remembered. I always had the ability to be making an awesome display of myself of something so simple as sliding myself into my convertible and the way I would slide and shamelessly spread and expose my pussy, revealing several inches of my creamy white thighs, thighs like the cream that I suck from my coffee. Blazing in a exiting contrast to the jet-black bands at the tops of my stockings. This is my art!

RECALLING OUR TALK. CHATTER. WORDS THAT SUCCINCTLY CAPTURE THE MOODS OF OUR ESCAPADES: He loving my hair pulled-back, my red Chanel painted lips; my whorish make-up and extra long fingernails; my heavily painted eyes and me running my lacquered nails slowly around the fullness of my lips. Fuck lips and suck lips. He cherishing the reflection of my breasts overflowing in my underwired brassiere; pushed-out by the constricting cling of my blue frilly see-through dress.

WE HUGGED AND KISSED AS WE DROVE TO ONE OF THE CHEAP HOTELS THAT WE HAD FREQUENTED THE LAST TIME TOGETHER: He wanted uninterrupted, filthy sex complete with dirty talking, hair pulling and rug-burns. Perhaps I should jump back into my SL convertible and drive to his home across the Bay. To thank him for our past and very special moments? Putting on my favourite red Angora sweater and he sucking my hard nipples right through the sweater. Having ‘HIS WANT’ feeling and tasting me all over again and encouraging him into rubbing his fingers all over my pussy and possessing my femme heat! Little girl blue frills. Naughty girl frills. Naughty girl thrills.

https://i.ibb.co/1YjcDdpY/See-Through.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/gbFf2Qnk/Happy-Times.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/99p1CgN8/Lounging.jpg

Lovely woman! Lucky man!

 

[LillianDevereux]

You had me at “sucking my hard nipples right through the sweater.” That, and your fuck lips and whorish makeup have my thick cock rock hard. My ‘milk’ as white and creamy as your thighs…

Thank you Mike for your words and comments. I love attaching some of my personal pictures and specifically those that speak directly to the subject matter. I very fortunately have the freedom and total independence to do so. I feel that pictures are worth a thousand words. For me the camera is simply an objective observer in front of which I can explore the various aspects of my masochistic dreams and desires.

My photos are usually taken by a few of my lovers or those done from Charlie's lens during my studio shoot sessions in San Francisco's Tenderloin. Being photographed as I had always wanted to be remembered. Photographed slowly smoothing black stockings over freshly moisturized legs; attaching the hose to the garters, catching the sheen of my black latex corset; catching the intricate detailing in the buckles and the gleam of light catching my eyes from the soft bounce of the makeup mirror. Then capturing the caress of my lashes and filling the viewfinder with the full redness of my lips. Having Charlie shooting me wide open to focus on exactly what I want; everything else falls into soft focus.

I collected hundreds of photos--wherever, whenever. I keep some the older photos in a large old straw suitcase under my bed. It is my Pandora's box. When I open the suitcase I never know what image will grab me; never know whose memories will try to live again through my eyes. I dredge my memories. Their images merge with my memories. I become them; they become me. There is a photo of a young woman, seemingly caught by surprise, that is now taped to the studio wall. The face in the photo haunts me. Perhaps in another incarnation I was she? You are such a bitch my memory!

https://i.ibb.co/tp7TQKN3/His-Little-Girl.jpg

 

[Wordlover59]

Thank you Mike for your words and comments. I love attaching some of my personal pictures and specifically those that speak directly to the subject matter. I very fortunately have the freedom and total independence to do so. I feel that pictures are worth a thousand words. For me the camera is simply an objective observer in front of which I can explore the various aspects of my masochistic dreams and desires.

My photographers are usually taken by a few of my lovers or those done from Charlie's lens during my studio shoot sessions in San Francisco's Tenderloin. Being photographed as I had always wanted to be remembered. Photographed slowly smoothing black stockings over freshly moisturized legs; attaching the hose to the garters, catching the sheen of my black latex corset; catching the intricate detailing in the buckles and the gleam of light catching my eyes from the soft bounce of the makeup mirror. Then capturing the caress of my lashes and filling the viewfinder with the full redness of my lips. Having Charlie shooting me wide open to focus on exactly what I want; everything else falls into soft focus.

I collected hundreds of photos--wherever, whenever. I keep some the older photos in a large old straw suitcase under my bed. It is my Pandora's box. When I open the suitcase I never know what image will grab me; never know whose memories will try to live again through my eyes. I dredge my memories. Their images merge with my memories. I become them; they become me. There is a photo of a young woman, seemingly caught by surprise, that is now taped to the studio wall. The face in the photo haunts me. Perhaps in another incarnation I was she? You are such a bitch my memory!

https://i.ibb.co/tp7TQKN3/His-Little-Girl.jpg

What strikes the most about your photos…… even more than the raw sexuality you portray is how happy you seem…. That is a sexy feature on its own….. Thank you for sharing….. and bringing a smile to our faces….

 

[Mike130]

Thank you Mike for your words and comments. I love attaching some of my personal pictures and specifically those that speak directly to the subject matter. I very fortunately have the freedom and total independence to do so. I feel that pictures are worth a thousand words. For me the camera is simply an objective observer in front of which I can explore the various aspects of my masochistic dreams and desires.

My photographers are usually taken by a few of my lovers or those done from Charlie's lens during my studio shoot sessions in San Francisco's Tenderloin. Being photographed as I had always wanted to be remembered. Photographed slowly smoothing black stockings over freshly moisturized legs; attaching the hose to the garters, catching the sheen of my black latex corset; catching the intricate detailing in the buckles and the gleam of light catching my eyes from the soft bounce of the makeup mirror. Then capturing the caress of my lashes and filling the viewfinder with the full redness of my lips. Having Charlie shooting me wide open to focus on exactly what I want; everything else falls into soft focus.

I collected hundreds of photos--wherever, whenever. I keep some the older photos in a large old straw suitcase under my bed. It is my Pandora's box. When I open the suitcase I never know what image will grab me; never know whose memories will try to live again through my eyes. I dredge my memories. Their images merge with my memories. I become them; they become me. There is a photo of a young woman, seemingly caught by surprise, that is now taped to the studio wall. The face in the photo haunts me. Perhaps in another incarnation I was she? You are such a bitch my memory!

https://i.ibb.co/tp7TQKN3/His-Little-Girl.jpg

Your taste in sexy clothing matches my own, Lillian. The black latex corset, garters, stockings, all make me stiff with desire. As does this photo. Perhaps a catholic school girl. Hormones raging with lust, but constrained by a strict environment. Acts of rebellion. Rolling the pleated skirt up a bit at the waist to give the boys an extra flash of thigh. An extra button undone on a tight blouse to allow a peek of cleavage. Boys and men have no choice but to lust at the feminine curves. The promise of unrestrained sex. Cocks stiff with anticipation….

 

[LillianDevereux]

What strikes the most about your photos…… even more than the raw sexuality you portray is how happy you seem…. That is a sexy feature on its own….. Thank you for sharing….. and bringing a smile to our faces….

BRINGING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE: Thank you for checking-in with me with your photo observation and comments. Yes indeed I am happy and life is good here in Palm Springs. It’s certainly important to remember and keeping happiness in the forefront of ones mind. But most of the time my happy feelings (until now) have been suppressed with an overpowering desire for passion and feelings for raw sexuality. Perhaps sometime soon I may find a better balancing act between the two and not letting the current of my overriding desires take me wherever it may lead. I would also like to think that I might obtain a further degree of objectivity in my writing at some point in my life. Best…lilly!

https://i.ibb.co/6JZZbCGH/Getting-Ready.jpg

 

[LillianDevereux]

Your taste in sexy clothing matches my own, Lillian. The black latex corset, garters, stockings, all make me stiff with desire. Perhaps a catholic school girl. Hormones raging with lust, but constrained by a strict environment. An extra button undone on a tight blouse. The promise of unrestrained sex.

Your observation about a ‘catholic schoolgirl’ and raging hormones hit the spot and an important sexual trigger which has accompanied me during my entire lifetime. If you had time I would tell you of a series of my religious sexual incidents that occurred, but describing the events is too long to even think of beginning right now, and I don't want to burden you with too much at one sitting.

Today when thinking of my days in a confessional with Father O’Malley, I am still seeing myself as his ‘Playtex’ puppet with a strong sexual undercurrent and fully aware of his eyes on me, following me and my wanton serving impulse. As it turned out even Father O’Malley had certain fantasies that could not be satisfied with his devout priesthood and as I sat under his strict observation and to the slut he wanted to reveal and expose within me.

He was a kind man but insisted for me to come over to his rectorate and attending to my needs and further development. It was then when I last knelt on a wooden step in a dark confessional and telling Father O’Malley again the details of my erotic naughty schoolgirl thoughts that, in my youthful ignorance, I felt were keeping me from a state of grace.

 

[Mike130]

THERE ARE A THOUSAND SECRETS WE COULD SHARE: Your observation about a ‘catholic schoolgirl’ and raging hormones hit the spot and an important sexual trigger which has accompanied me during my entire lifetime. If you had time I would tell you of a series of my religious sexual incidents that occurred, but describing the events is too long to even think of beginning right now, and I don't want to burden you with too much at one sitting.

I FELT LIKE A FALLEN ANGEL: Today when thinking of my days in a confessional with Father O’Malley, I am still seeing myself as his ‘Playtex’ puppet with a strong sexual undercurrent and fully aware of his eyes on me, following me and my wanton serving impulse. As it turned out even Father O’Malley had certain fantasies that could not be satisfied with his devout priesthood and as I sat under his strict observation and to the slut he wanted to reveal and expose within me. He was a kind man but insisted for me to come over to his rectorate and attending to my needs and further development. It was then when I last knelt on a wooden step in a dark confessional and telling Father O’Malley again the details of my erotic naughty schoolgirl thoughts that, in my youthful ignorance, I felt were keeping me from a state of grace.

Would love to hear your confessions Lilly. Think of me as just a wayward priest. Father Inn. I’ll have a lot of time to listen, we’re expecting a blizzard here in the northeast tomorrow. But I do love Palm Springs too. Was just there last fall, for Modernism week. Took in Joshua Tree, the aerial tram, Cabazon Dinosaurs, Salton Sea. So much to do there and so many friendly people of all persuasions…

Please DM me, I would LOVE to hear about your catholic school adventures…

 

[Mtnmike]

Oh yeah. Watching her ride that other guy and see her tits going back and forth was amazing. Especially when he began playing with them and sucking on them.
Her nipples are extremely sensitive, so she loves to have them nibbled on and twisted while she’s being fucked!

One of my biggest turn on is seeing tits bouncing and swaying while getting it

 

[HughManitee]

https://cdni.pornpics.com/1280/1/234/52417812/52417812_011_4291.jpg