What can be in a bedroom is all up to the person in the bedroom...

Gooood morning possibilities most sultry!

Imprint on a sheet

when an imprint on the sheets
be of a body restful and receiving
one wonders what thoughts such an image
imprinted on a mind of ideas conceiving.

barren and bare be the room
the light does not the shape conceal
yes bare be the body but barren not the mind
for, careful scrutiny does seduction reveal.

RB.

Todays pic loaded be all about lace and stockings.

GOOOOD morning beautiful Saturday!

i had this idea...


i had this idea that u might like,
i had this idea that your interest might spike,
where, lace black and stockings sheer a sexiness will show,
and, in their wear my erotic and seductive side more brightly may glow.

i thought u would like to look upon their fit,
i thought u might enjoy the sight of me, perched on the table, i sit,
a reveal of the soft mound of my breast and the curve of its fall,
allowing real naughty thoughts to tingle your body , your sanity trawl.

no shame in the truth for your attention i do want,
i prefer to be straight to be perfectly blunt,
come sit in front of me and begin the hunt,
deliciously decadent sweetness u shall find that will demand a grunt...

as my shape u shall trace with your hands, your mouth and who knows what else,
as more u taste and tease and play with , the excitement compels,
for surrenders to adventures most wanton and lustful,
nothing gawdy or hurried but, definitely most tasteful.

and thus....the lace and the stocking knowing to be most captivating
but...my nakedness...i would say...more compelling
to have u come round now, later and again tomorrow
for, to be separated from the loving attention you give me...a hard pill to swallow.

RB.

Being the start of a new week and my passionate belief and support of the written word and reading...the knowledge or, nonsense, one can find in the written word...

and thus the upload...

how do u read?


do read the words and read them true,
give them the meaning that is due,
don't try and change what be written,
by personal interpretation, suiting, being smitten.

by making another's writing, yours, personal and different,
the text of the author becomes ambivalent,
and lost be the true meaning of word, the trend,
thus, missing the beauty and honesty penned.

if lustful and wanton and desirous the text,
being prudish and judgemental putting ones thoughts to test,
missing the truth of feelings quite natural
shying away and pointing fingers habitual.

then, comes the part confessions expressed,
deceptions , lies and truths addressed,
the courage to look in the mirror and see
words read, the reason their impact , what could it be?

if joyous and happy and light be the tone,
no matter ones life or space, no desire to moan,
why then find the words heavy and monotonous,
irritating , a reminder that one has forgotten what it means to be an optimist?

if sad the sharing in heartbreak, the read,
every word in sorrow does bleed,
to grunt and scoff, at the words to sneer
finding such an exposure stupid and queer?

the penned word ,most powerful and telling it be,
allowing others to face fears ,new truths to see,
an open mind a spirit does mature,
a sense of balance and understanding will know to procure .

RB.

Gooood morning day!....and people dearest!

In the context of books and words...

Pink be the choice...books be the definite!

YOURS...to read, books and all!

Enjoy todays upload...one of my favourite pics. x

...when 2 heads meet and the mood be pensive and thoughts run amock...

Good morning moody morning, good morning a morning worthy of courting and coaxing a lover real close into a hug most telling.

Love the mood captured in this mornings upload. x

On 2021-11-10 07:32:20 Russian Bridgitte said:
...when 2 heads meet and the mood be pensive and thoughts run amock...

Good morning moody morning, good morning a morning worthy of courting and coaxing a lover real close into a hug most telling.

Love the mood captured in this mornings upload. x

As long as it's not MMF or MFM heads, I would go for FFMF or FMF heads being together. Then the imagination runs very wild

Thank you for your wonderful words

Xoxo
AE

Dearest AE...i had to giggle a bit at your expectation of what my uploaded pic would be...i do still hope u liked and the pensiveness between the "two heads"...x

Today an early start has had me at papers and such, plus never forgetting to spice it up with some exposed flesh....my little workspace at home


GOOOOOd morning bookworms, good morning all!! And now..off to work to go! Another sort of application of the most intimate sort begins real early this morn!!


......

Your attention i do want


i searched and searched
much was researched
on how to tempt your mind and thought
the most intimate of ways to tickle your curiosity was sought.
it was not a simple find
it was of the most extra-ordinary kind
an answer within an answer, evasive intriguing
disturbingly appealing ...
for, it required a trust a surrender
oneself completely to render
to another mindset
that, would know wanton luxurious and rich velvety lust to beget.
of blindfolds and kisses soft and devouring
of lips yielding , every part of ones body allowing
a touch a penetration
a whisper, an intimation.... !
i realised, quickly, it had no ending
rather, itself lending
to a game to be played
through words spoken, written, read...relayed.
a hint a tease
the senses to please
to send in a whirl
round ones little finger curl.
and, as i read and read and read
it captured me, it could be said
a throb a tingle a desire so deep
began between my thighs to seep.
forgotten was the purpose of the search
into the papers i leaned on the edge of the table i did perch.
if such research had my heart aching
my loins shaking
then, to put it into words, my way
to quickly pen it without delay
and put the game into play
and thus...i say...
'come hither lover....come be my willing prey..."

RB.

Being a Friday...something a little different...something dear to my heart...

In my opinion, a picture perfect moment captured with my most loyal and dearest friend.

And thus...Happy Friday, Blessed joyous and prosperously successful day i wish to all in ALL that u do!

............


Trusted friend

My Aaron and i...

How he knows to mirror my every move
My mood...no matter his groove
A fluff ball of note , my monkey face, his nickname
My frustrations and challenges, by just being there, he knows to tame.
How reliant he is on all I do
His adoration of me no matter what, never a farce, always true
A place in my heart, so deep he has taken
And every morning to his joyous greetings I do awaken.
My Aaron, my monkey face my naughty fluff ball,
His tail always wagging to bounce my way when I call,
How can I not laugh, how can I not love him complete
Next to me forever, his little seat.

RB.

It is a new week with a feeling of zing more than usual. There is something in the air that demands unreserved silliness and fun.

There is that demand for like minded desire to just let go and be...whatever that 'be' may be.

...and thus...

the uploads which reflect a huge part of me...my love for all thing unconventianally conventianal.

Enjoy....like i did!



....frolicking like a silly one

why try keep up with the times and be dictated to by the formalities of a society confused anyway?
why worry what an onlooker may think, seeing me 'swimming' in the sand?
oh i know that the sight of me naked, frolicking like a silly one would touch and 'prick' your sensibilities...
but...
what if u were to let your guard down and join me in this fine sand?
what if u dared to leave the heaviness of societal demand and allow nonsensical jovial relax to be the order of the play?
so there u have it...in the middle of the bush...in the sand...wearing fishnet stockings, i lay naked and loved the feel of potentially being seen and thought of as a 'mad' woman!
it was fun!
and thus the task at hand to take photos of a different sort was a huge success.

RB.


...to reap the rewards of a rat race

oh! to be spoilt by the 'unhurry', the leisurely mind 'dead' of thought
completely lost to the non-demand of ones surrounding.
captured by the solitude and comfort of ones self.
a euphoric dizziness of non action.
aaaah...the sounds of a breeze to rustle the spread of the vista before my long gaze.
how in love with the freedom to escape, with no diary to keep nor meeting to attend.
what fantasies play and tease the serene mind...dare one wish a space like this...?
to call ones own?
why not...why not reap the rewards of the rat race and consider a fantasy into reality?

RB.

Whatever u may choose to do...today, tomorrow, the next tomorrow and the next...do it selfishly with the intent of enjoying it with unreserved application of self!!!...i promise u it is worth it!


Now go do forth and reap the rewards...love u plenty!!! x