He picked up the digital camera and suggested nude photos. She gave him an eyeful.
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STRIKE A POSE
He picked up the digital camera and suggested nude photos. She gave him an eyeful.
LONG DISTANCE BRINGS COUPLE CLOSER
My girlfriend and I dated long distance all through college. We got used to phone calls late at night, which lead to sexy talk, which led to phone sex.
Now my partner and I like to lie just far enough apart, not touching, and lie back. We close our eyes and slowly let our hands fall down between our legs. We pretend that the other is not even there. Soon we become aroused, and soon our breath quickens and our body responds, and we are lost into our own private moments.
At that time, we can hear the other. The panting, grunting, moans. Wet skin, and the rythmic slap. We match sound and pace. Now I can smell us, and we know we are getting close. And closer. And faster. And then we come together.
GETTING AWAY MEANS GETTING IT JUST HOW SHE WANTS IT
They had made plans for the bed and breakfast months ago. It was a cute, simple B&B on the Coast, near a small town called Oysterville. They picked the place because they needed to get out of the city. Seems all year was work and deadlines and house projects. They just needed a weeked away. No cooking, no laundry, no yardwork...nothing. To recharge their batteries, they needed nothing more than the three basic humans things: eating, sleeping, sex. Especialy the last. They could always catch up later on sleep.
He started out driving and she read a magazine in the passenger seat. She had left her underwear at home; she said, who needs underwear this weekend?
As they drove, she felt the breeze from the vents slide up her legs, tickle her trimmed curls. She read him articles from Cosmo. They'd picked up a copy at the gas station on the way out of town. It had pieces like "What drive men crazy, ten tips to try tonight" and "what men would ask for in bed--secrets reveaed!" She read aloud and he added his oopinions. Talk of biting, spanking, tying up with with ties on the bedpost, whipped creme, blindfolds, made her increasing wet, and made his cock strain in his pants.
After an hour, they traded drivers. The conversation continued. She realized that even though she always felt free to do whatever felt good in bed with him, that they never really talked about it as they made love. They just did it, fell into the patterns of what worked well. As she drove and he continued to read to her from the magazine, her hand had moved down between her legs. She had pushed up her dress and was slowly running up and down her wet folds, grazing the now sesitive hood of her clit.
He stopped reading when he noticed. She noticed his pants were strained a spot of precum had appeared.
By now they were deep into the Coastal Range on a two lane road. They'd finished the magazine, but were still turned on. She reached over and unfastened his pants, releasing his half-hard cock to the open air. As she drove, she slowly storked it. She kept her eyes on the road, but could picture every inch and wrinkle in her mind. She knew exactly what she wanted when they arrived.
Finally they were on the coast. They checked in and set down the bags.
She unpacked a bottle of lube and set it on the bed. She then stripped totally naked and assumed the possition. On her hands and knees, she thrust her ass to the air, wide, open, inviting him to stand behind her, lube her up, and fuck her like she had needed to be fucked in years. He was hard, filled with the strain of hours of foreplay. He was ready. He would fuck her, no holding back.
He climbed behind her, lubed up, and pushed it home to the hilt. They both moaned deeply, having found exactly what they were needing.
BABY BLUE BIKINI BEACH BABE
What a cute photo. I love how this sexy beach goer casually sips from her cup, the crowd behind her completely unaware of the special vantage point of her friend with the camera. Could be any snapshot. At first glance it looks totally candid. Just another day at the beach.
The sexy thing about bikinis, is how little they cover, and how thin the fabric, inviting the eyes to draw more attention to what's covered. The strings so thin, sometimes knotted in bows, as if inviting a hand to tug. The line between concealing and revealing is never publicly thinner than with a bikini. This image just pulls that line a mere inch to one side, giving us a tantalizing glimpse.
What a cute photo. I love how this sexy beach goer casually sips from her cup, the crowd behind her completely unaware of the special vantage point of her friend with the camera. Could be any snapshot. At first glance it looks totally candid. Just another day at the beach.
The sexy thing about bikinis, is how little they cover, and how thin the fabric, inviting the eyes to draw more attention to what's covered. The strings so thin, sometimes knotted in bows, as if inviting a hand to tug. The line between concealing and revealing is never publicly thinner than with a bikini. This image just pulls that line a mere inch to one side, giving us a tantalizing glimpse.
ONE WAY TO GET A PROPOSAL
Emily and I started as a long-distance relationship. We'd met when I went to Boston to visit friends, and we hit it off. We stayed in touch, exchanged letters and photos. She'd fly to the West Coast to see me in SF, and I returned to Boston for a second visit. Things were moving forward, but the week of intense non-stop sex separated by total withdrawal was hard on us both. Many of our letters become more sexually charged to compensate for the total lack of any physical contact.
At first, she sent me some cool photos of herself in the bathroom of her little apartment. In the first shot, she's pointing the camera into the mirror and covering herself, as if pretending to be modest. Another showed her in her bath, her hand suggestively between her legs. She confessed that taking self-snapshots was a turn on. As she thought of me, she'd touched herself.
She'd joke that she'd go online to and have to order a toy to "keep her company" while we were apart. The thought of her, naked after her bath, at her laptop, looking at various models of vibrators and dildos was a huge turn on for me. I wondered if she touched herself, thinking of her her toy.
I cautioned her that if she got one of those 12" dildos that she'd never be satisfied with the real thing. "Don't worry," she assured me. She said she'd pick out something perfectly sized, something that would do the trick until we were reunited.
Weeks passed and she built up the anticipation of her new purchase. In emails she'd send short updates. Like: searched tonight, many possibilities. Then came: Found one, perfect. And then: waiting for mail, horny as hell. And at last: Arrived, expect photo soon.
I couldn't believe it. She'd built it up more than a kid looking forward to Christmas. I couldn't wait to see what image she'd capture. What color was it, how big? A pocket rocket or a torpedo vibe? The famous rabbit?
At last the email appeared in my inbox. I saw that it was from her and had an attachment. I waited to open it until night, right before bed. When I finally looked at it, I was naked, hard, and ready. When I opened it, I instantly saw that she'd shaved since we were together last. Her toy was purple and hard plastic. A vibrator, I guessed. Her pussy was wet and looked like she'd already been using her toy. She lay on her back, and shot into a mirror.
Then I realized the obvious. I had completely assumed that she'd masturbated with the toy and taken a shot ust as she had finished. I took it for granted that she'd use the toy on her swollen clit and in her pussy. When I finally stopped taking in her puffy, wet, shaven labia as I beat off furiously to her image, I realized the toy was not, in fact, in her vagina, but rather stuffed in her tight backdoor. I had no idea how freaky she was! I came instantly at the sight.
Right then and there I knew I could not let this girl get away. The next day, I wrote her back my response, and an invitation to move in together and start our lives together, on the same coast. In one way, it would be the end of our long-distance. The image her last self-snap from Boston. But now, she's here. We're married, and my view is even better.
NUDE BEACH NAMES
Before the Victorian Era and the invention of the bathing suit, all beaches were nude beaches. As the swimsuit became more common, beaches became segregated between the nude beaches and the non-nude areas. In the nude beaches, people would be nude, in the non-nude, they'd be in swim attire. Then the pressure not to be nude began to infiltrate the clothes-free beaches with the more politically correct "clothing optional."
In Europe, it has been a long tradition for women to be topless on beaches. The idea is a basic equal rights between sexes: if men can take off their shirts, so can women. If men cover their groin, so do women. So "topless beaches" in Europe are nothing new.
This woman takes a funny stand on the nude beach distinctions. Is she at a "bottomless" beach--that sounds funny. A "bottomfree" beach? Also a funny term. A "bare buns" beach?
Or has she just taken the suggestion of "clothing optional" to just just opt for her bikini top and bare the rest?
Whatever you call it, I call it sexy.
Before the Victorian Era and the invention of the bathing suit, all beaches were nude beaches. As the swimsuit became more common, beaches became segregated between the nude beaches and the non-nude areas. In the nude beaches, people would be nude, in the non-nude, they'd be in swim attire. Then the pressure not to be nude began to infiltrate the clothes-free beaches with the more politically correct "clothing optional."
In Europe, it has been a long tradition for women to be topless on beaches. The idea is a basic equal rights between sexes: if men can take off their shirts, so can women. If men cover their groin, so do women. So "topless beaches" in Europe are nothing new.
This woman takes a funny stand on the nude beach distinctions. Is she at a "bottomless" beach--that sounds funny. A "bottomfree" beach? Also a funny term. A "bare buns" beach?
Or has she just taken the suggestion of "clothing optional" to just just opt for her bikini top and bare the rest?
Whatever you call it, I call it sexy.
PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999
I was in school in 1999. The economy was great, and everyone who was a year or two older was getting fantastic jobs straight out of college. Everyone seemed to have money, even those of us on scholarships. There was a sense of living high--cocktails flowed like water. We had some great parties.
At the last party of the school year, we had a big barbecue at my friend Ben's house. I rode my old red motorcycle, which I'd bought used. It came in handy around school, easy to park, easy on gas. And popular with the girls.
At the party, my friend Sarah climbed on my bike. Taking the handlebars in both hands, she pretend to ride it. She made vroom-vroom noises as she twisted the throttle. People laughed. Clearly, she was wasted.
A crowd of guys circled around her, and several began snapping pictures. She was cute on the bike. She had straight, sandy-blonde hair. When she straddled the motorcycle seat, her oversized shirt went up, and showed her bare thighs. It was a cute, almost sexy sight; I could understand that. I didn't understand why so many guys kept coming over for photos.
"Man, she's totally out there," said one of them.
My friend Ben came over to assess the situation. Holding a burger in one hand and a beer in the other, he draped his arm around me, and said, "You better drive her home before one these guys gets any funny ideas."
"She seems ok," I said. "Sarah's always a little nuts."
"Better take a closer look," advised Ben.
He was right. I could see why the drunk guys crowed around her and cheered her on. I found Sarah's best friend, Kim, and had her take her back home to sober up a little and find some underwear.
BENEATH A BASIC T-SHIRT
In the bedroom, we strip off the clothes meant for the outside world. Strangers. An old t-shirt and pair of pants. Good outfit for the weekend. Beneath the plain exterior, though, sexy underwear tells another story. Behind closed doors, this woman is sheds her t-shirt to reveal a matchign set of see-through underwear, and under that a fresh shave. I love how this image conjures that sense of the everyday people you pass on teh street having hidden sides of a naughty nature.
No doubt she has more to reveal.
In the bedroom, we strip off the clothes meant for the outside world. Strangers. An old t-shirt and pair of pants. Good outfit for the weekend. Beneath the plain exterior, though, sexy underwear tells another story. Behind closed doors, this woman is sheds her t-shirt to reveal a matchign set of see-through underwear, and under that a fresh shave. I love how this image conjures that sense of the everyday people you pass on teh street having hidden sides of a naughty nature.
No doubt she has more to reveal.
SPLASH OF SUN
It was the weekend, and finally time to relax. She napped, like a cat, with the afternoon sun slipping in, warm, from the window. She'd rolled and shifted in her sleep, and her skirt had bunched up on her hips. As the angle of the sun shifted, it moved down along her body. I caught it, a perfect moment, the light golden and warm on her smooth buttocks, suggestive and inviting. But she was so peaceful, so relaxed, I let her sleep, and took only a photo for my memory. I return to it and touch myself; sometimes looking can be just as powerful as possessing. Sometimes even more so.
It was the weekend, and finally time to relax. She napped, like a cat, with the afternoon sun slipping in, warm, from the window. She'd rolled and shifted in her sleep, and her skirt had bunched up on her hips. As the angle of the sun shifted, it moved down along her body. I caught it, a perfect moment, the light golden and warm on her smooth buttocks, suggestive and inviting. But she was so peaceful, so relaxed, I let her sleep, and took only a photo for my memory. I return to it and touch myself; sometimes looking can be just as powerful as possessing. Sometimes even more so.
DOUBLE DOWN
They were siting outside for lunch. They'd been apart for a month. Each had been eagerly awaiting the reunion. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she mentioned that she'd given herself an all new spring shave and trim just for him. "Oh really?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
She nodded, smiling. "Show me," he urged.
"Here?" she asked, glancing around.
"I bet you won't."
"Oooh, a bet! Want to make it interesting?"
He nodded, excited, but uncertain if she'd take the flirting into action. "$10."
"10? I'll see you're ten and raise you..."
"You're bluffing," he said.
She stared at him, her beast poker face.
"Ok, " he said, he pulled his wallet out. "He pulled out two twenty dollar bills."
$40 would pay for lunch, which was nice, but not the point. She knew she had him: he had no idea what she'd do. The element of surprise was hers--which is always the upper hand.
She stood, quickly. And although a few people might have glanced their way, she unzipped, showing she wasn't bluffing.
They were siting outside for lunch. They'd been apart for a month. Each had been eagerly awaiting the reunion. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she mentioned that she'd given herself an all new spring shave and trim just for him. "Oh really?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
She nodded, smiling. "Show me," he urged.
"Here?" she asked, glancing around.
"I bet you won't."
"Oooh, a bet! Want to make it interesting?"
He nodded, excited, but uncertain if she'd take the flirting into action. "$10."
"10? I'll see you're ten and raise you..."
"You're bluffing," he said.
She stared at him, her beast poker face.
"Ok, " he said, he pulled his wallet out. "He pulled out two twenty dollar bills."
$40 would pay for lunch, which was nice, but not the point. She knew she had him: he had no idea what she'd do. The element of surprise was hers--which is always the upper hand.
She stood, quickly. And although a few people might have glanced their way, she unzipped, showing she wasn't bluffing.
CURTAINS SO THIN
This is just such a sexy image. It reminds us that the curtains of the neighbors are so thin. Maybe we visit for neighborhood socials. Maybe we look in their fridge at a dinner party as we help in the kitchen. Maybe we use their bathrooms and soap, and can't help but get a small glimpse of their daily lives. Would coats ever be put in the bedroom; would guests fetch them at the end of the evening, and ever glance up and notice two steel bolts in the ceiling?
Wold we guess, as we head home, each to our respective beds, that this couple pulls out their swing. She strips and spreads. His bare knee is in the shot as he leans back to snap a photo. What happens next. Does he stroke himself to the sight of her suspended, stretched out? Is it his voyeur fantasy to see his wife open as a sex toy? Is it her exhibitionism fantasy, to hang from the ceiling, opened wide, watching him stroke his cock? Will they touch themselves to orgasm separately, or only for a while, until he can no longer hold back.
He stands, hip height to her in the swing. In the background are shoes in the closet, laundry. But for now, this is not a bedroom, but a sex den. He is in control and she is helpless. She has surrendered to the swing's restraint. He has grown lustful, seeing her open to his sexual power.
His cock is hard, pointed at her and lubed. Will he push it in her wet vagina, or take her in the butt? She is spread, open, voluntarily helpless. She knows he will take her how he wants, and fuck her in the swing, hard. And then pull out, and snap another photo of her, dripping his cum. She'll feel dirty, and used, and that' perfect. Because her life in the suburbs is only sustained with a little spice to her sex life.
She doesn't care if her neighbor's notice the bolts on the ceiling. She knows what they do in their bedrooms when they get home is their own business--and no doubt, just as kinky.
ANNIVERSARY
This couple knows how to celebrate their anniversary. White stockings, fresh shave, and hot sex. Yeah...
This couple knows how to celebrate their anniversary. White stockings, fresh shave, and hot sex. Yeah...
SEXY SMILE, SEXIER SPREAD
Hey you, says the girl in this photo. What a hottie. So sexy and so confident. You go girl.
Hey you, says the girl in this photo. What a hottie. So sexy and so confident. You go girl.
DRESSED TO IMPRESS
It was summer --long days--and warm cool evenings. She picked out a cute outfit to hit the town. A silky top that she wore without bra. The fabric caressed her nipples, and turned her on. As she walked in her cute white flats, her firm breasts jiggled in the loose fabric. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin material. She knew he noticed. Everyone they passed did, and it turned her on. She was getting wet, thinking about what they would do later. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, she stuffed her panties in her purse. After dinner and several drinks, she was aglow, smiling, and aroused. The cool summer air tickled her freshly shaved pussy. At some steps, she pretended she needed to sit down to rest. As she sat, she showed him her surprise.
It was summer --long days--and warm cool evenings. She picked out a cute outfit to hit the town. A silky top that she wore without bra. The fabric caressed her nipples, and turned her on. As she walked in her cute white flats, her firm breasts jiggled in the loose fabric. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin material. She knew he noticed. Everyone they passed did, and it turned her on. She was getting wet, thinking about what they would do later. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, she stuffed her panties in her purse. After dinner and several drinks, she was aglow, smiling, and aroused. The cool summer air tickled her freshly shaved pussy. At some steps, she pretended she needed to sit down to rest. As she sat, she showed him her surprise.
HIPSTER SELF SNAP
I always wonder about the hot hispters in the coolest cities like Portland and San Francisco, hanging in coffee shops, going to shows at night. Wearing kitsch vintage dresses, retro shades, tattoos, and knee-highs. Here's a sexy snap from one PDX hipster.
I always wonder about the hot hispters in the coolest cities like Portland and San Francisco, hanging in coffee shops, going to shows at night. Wearing kitsch vintage dresses, retro shades, tattoos, and knee-highs. Here's a sexy snap from one PDX hipster.
THE LAST LETTER SHE SENT
They'd been long-distance for three months, and the only thing keeping the connection intimate was her laptop. She snapped a picture of herself on the couch, spread out for him. Then she emailed it.
Lots of nights she'd sit on her couch, her laptop propped up beside her. Naked, she'd read his emails, or compose one for him. Sometimes, though, she'd get both bored and lonely; she'd click on one of her favorite porn sites. She'd found one where real couples submitted their photos. If she couldn't have physical satisfaction, at least she could she other people experiencing it. It turned her on, and soon she'd be touching herself at her computer. She joked with him that the long distance would drive her to seek out internet porn. They laughed about it, but she never fully admitted to him the extent of her online exploring.
It wasn't long before she clicked a link to an adult toy retail site. And with a click of a button, she'd placed her first order. She'd never had a toy before. She'd always been far too shy to actually go into one of the seedy adult shops and, frankly, her fingers seemed to do enough. But the months of long-distance, combined with the daily emails, the photos, and surfing amateur sites, had gotten her totally curious. The next thing she knew, a small brown package had arrived.
Of course, the first thing to do was test it out. She locked the door, drew the curtains, and stripped down. She unwrapped her new toy, found some AA batteries, and pulled up her favorite site. She started touching with her fingers, until she was wet and ready. Then with a twist, her new toy hummed in her hand. She touched it to her clit, and it sent shocks of vibrations to the tip of her head. Everything tingled. It didn't take long at all for her to reach climax. In fact, just holding it against her clit could bring on an orgasm. Shaking and trembling, she set the toy down.
She wondered if she should tell her boyfriend of her new purchase, and her new experience. To test his reaction, she wrote him that she'd gone online and watched a video of a woman playing with a vibrator, and asked if that turned him on. The irony was that as she asked his permission to explore new things, she was already two steps ahead. By the time he wrote back that he was glad she'd found a sexy video of a solo girl, she'd already ordered her second toy.
Again she stripped on her couch. She placed a towel down, lubbed up her toys, and set down for more porn, and more pleasure. She learned that the vibrators with the rattling pearls inside produced the most intense vibrations. She loved to feel this type of her toy on her clit and filling her in the front. She also lerned that her smaller, sleek reddish colored vibrator felt good in her back. She'd discovered this on the couch. Trying to hold on toy on her clit and work one inside of her, it slipped to her lower entrance. To her surprise, the sensation shot direct currents to her clit. The more she pushed the toy against her anus, the more intense the sensation in the front. It was as if currents of electricity connected the toy toys. So she'd sit on her couch, legs propped up on the coffee table. She'd work the red toy in her butt, while pressing the pearl vibrator in the front, as she watched online porn.
Eventually, she told her boyfriend about purchasing her first toy. By then, her collection had grown. So had her Sex Ed, provided by hours of watching online porn. At first she liked the solo girls. She would place herself in the shot, moving her toy as the woman on screen moved hers. She then began watching couples' videos. Shed imagine the guy as her boyfriend, and the woman as herself. She'd get on her knees and use the toy from behind. Or hold it upright and ride it.
At the beginning of the long-distance, her sexy emails would retell some of the experiences she and her boyfriend shared. After those ran their course, she found herself describing scenes she'd watched online. In the emails she'd change the scenes, the places, the names, the details to be specific to her boyfriend and their life in their homestate.
She even got so bold as to send him a self-timer shot of her using her toy in the back. It would either freak him out or turn him on so much he'd beat off to it every day for weeks. She wanted to think of him being turned on by the image, and to get her pleasure from the thought of him getting pleasure from the image. But she was already far passed him and their relationship that seemed fixed in another place, long ago. She was in the city and her job and her live was changing. HE was still back home, hanging out with the same high school buddies, drinking beer, working the same stupid job. She didn't know what he'd think of the image of her with the vibrator up her butt. She was certain it'd shock him.
He'd have no idea, though, that bedtime became her time to bring out her toys. She'd used her larger toys in the back, that she'd use another toy in the front. Or suck on one, while pushing another up her butt. As far as he knew, every story, every private fantasy was about the two of them. She couldn't tell him that he only appeared as a character in her emails to him. In her mind, she was on her back, a man straddling her face, his cock dangling down as she takes it in her mouth. Another man beside her, pushing his hard cock into her anus.
She now had several toys: blue and purple, white, red. Each a different shape and size, and personality. Some had gentle, soft vibrations, and some she could only bear for a few seconds, they seemed to send such strong currents through her. Each one had a texture, a style, a mood. A personality. When she was home, before moving to the city, she imagined she'd only be with her boyfriend. That they'd get married, and be happily every after. When they made love back then, she figured a penis was just a penis. All boys had one, but they were essentially the same. Now, with her toys, she imagined she had a dozen different lovers. Each night would be a new combination. Always, she imagined more than one cock, fucking and sucking at the same time.
Months passed. When they first started dating in high school , all they could talk about was getting out of their small hometown, far away from parents and teachers, and starting an adventure in the city. After graduation, even agreed to start college at the local community college. He argued that core credits were all the same, and it'd be cheaper to live at home and get in-state tuition, and get some credits out of the way before moving.
So she passed up all the other acceptance letters from colleges in the east and a couple in California. And she enrolled at teh local community college. And on fridays they went on dates, to the movies, and bowling, and had sex in his pickup, just the same as any young adults do in any small town USA. It was fine then, even lovely, even fun.
But eventually, she had to move to the city. Had he been an asshole, the choice and a breakup would have been easy. Simple. But you know: life is never easy or simple. He was kind and agreeable and supportive. He wrote her letters regularly. At first, he said he needed to stick around a while to make sure his folks had help on the farm. That he wanted to save up some before joining her in the city. But at last, it had become clear. There would always be something keeping him in their hometown, and she couldn't go back. Letters were fine for a few months, but without any clear end in sight, they could not sustain. She'd grown into a woman he didn't know, with thoughts and desires she could never share.
She had to force the situation to the point of decision. She knew she had to do two things to truly break from the innocence girl she was. She knew in her heart, she had to experience two men at once. She had to make real the fantasy, at least once. And she knew, she could not keep the secret from him.
In life, agony and anxiety often come when a decision is put off. ONce the decision is made, life takes up and moves on its own. Things fall into place. And so it was that she found herself in a hotel room she'd reserved, and two young men about her age, good looking enough, and total strangers who agreed to what she had in mind. And so it was the three were naked, and she riding one, and sucking the other, and then trading. Being filled the front and the back. Being stretched out, sore, sweaty, and satisfied. They fucked her like no toys could. She was dizzy and wanted more and more. She came over and over. They fucked until she had drained every drop of cum they could give her. Semen sloshed in her belly, dripped from her cunt and asshole. Around 4am, they guys left. She slept on the tangled, stained sheets.
The next morning she showered, dressed and checked out. The only evidence she had of her tryst was a self timer shot on her digital camera. Back at her laptop, she debated sending it. Did he really need to see it? Did she really need to tell him everything?
That's when she knew she had really changed. For the first time she felt truly like a woman, and not like someone pretending to be a mature adult. She now new herself like never before. She could give all she had, and still keep herself. She downloaded the image, but did not send it. She took out a piece of paper and pen and wrote an old fashioned letter saying she needed to break up, that it was her, not him. That she'd always care for him, and that she didn't want to hold him back. As she wrote, life became suddenly clear. Somehow she knew in her gut that he'd already found someone else, a local girl with no intent of moving. And rather than send him the shot of her and the other guys in vengeance, she wished him happiness. The answer was simple all along. He was doing what he needed to do. And so, with that, she did what she needed to do. She sealed the letter and set it on the coffee table to be mailed, cutting the final and last strand holding her back.
NIGHTY-NIGHT
Very Sexy in her white and pink nighty. One tempting way to say, "Ready for bed?"
Very Sexy in her white and pink nighty. One tempting way to say, "Ready for bed?"
HIPSTER GIRL GOES ON PICNIC
SASSY RED
