It takes all of her strength not to reach out to him.
It takes every ounce of her self-control not to arch up to meet the hand adorned by the crisp, white cuff and platinum link, not to give her body over to his touch familiar and new, possessing and sweet. It takes all of her restraint, all of her will not to give in to the urge to trail her slender fingers over the smoothness of the gleaming leather, to run her hands up along the warmth radiating through the charcoal Italian wool, to map the muscular calves, the tensing thighs, to tease and stroke then devour the throbbing hardness nestled between his legs, to splay herself, open herself, reveal her fiery brightness to the flesh that perfects her. It takes everything she has, everything she is not to instinctively surrender to the passions, the impulses, the carnality this man inspires with little effort and action.
It takes everything, all things, this desire for him. It takes, it strips, it breaks, it pieces her back together again.
It takes every ounce of her self-control not to arch up to meet the hand adorned by the crisp, white cuff and platinum link, not to give her body over to his touch familiar and new, possessing and sweet. It takes all of her restraint, all of her will not to give in to the urge to trail her slender fingers over the smoothness of the gleaming leather, to run her hands up along the warmth radiating through the charcoal Italian wool, to map the muscular calves, the tensing thighs, to tease and stroke then devour the throbbing hardness nestled between his legs, to splay herself, open herself, reveal her fiery brightness to the flesh that perfects her. It takes everything she has, everything she is not to instinctively surrender to the passions, the impulses, the carnality this man inspires with little effort and action.
It takes everything, all things, this desire for him. It takes, it strips, it breaks, it pieces her back together again.
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
15 comments:
a display of delectable decadence
sensual shadowplay supreme!
love ya...
Lovely, as always! Love the use of light and shadow (and words!)
I'd take everything, if given the chance... Congrats on #70!!
And that other thing... :-D
"reveal her fiery brightness to the flesh that perfects her."
That feeling of completion in another is wonderful, it is what we seek for.
xoxo
Gorgeous.
I love the darkness of this photo.
HHNT!
Forgive me if I am out of line here, but this may well be one the best images (not to mention the words! Oh my the words!) that you have been so generous to share with us!
The position you take upon the floor, the way your leg is raised, as if to invite the touch, your exposed nape begging for the kiss.
I have been staring at this image most of the day! I can't stop!
ohhhh wow
I don't know what I like more, the picture or the post. After reading it I can feel all the desire seems to be welling up in your pose. Love it.
No fucking way you're that good! :) Happy HNT
one of your best displays. I love the shadows and the darkness. You look quite seductive.
Stunning.... Always completely mesmerized when I visit you... Sigh...
Very seductive. xxx
Beautiful as always... and still you manage to surprise everybody with an even better picture than the previous. Chapeau!
Happy HNT
this is one of my favs. love it
ohhhh that's just stunning. leaves so much to the imagination.
Gorgeous guys and dolls, thank you so much for your words so generous and beautiful... xxxxx
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