The kind of suggestive pictures i LOVE to take .

He presented himself to me and i had to 'worship' his....x


Good morning gorgeous all.

Good morning Purple-minded naughtiness!!

x

The month of LOVE...they call it.

February.

Thus uploaded some 'hearts and stars' to tickle the fantasy.

Good morning most Divine sunny highveld morn...good morning Delicious all!.

x

A fine morning it be. A lazy getting up...no rush...a peeking caught ...

Good morning to All!

x

On this day...
why should we not be that extra red hot?
Passionately red?
Invitingly lusty red...my 'seat' says it all. Shoot me with your arrow :)))

This Valentines phenomena that has the ability to stir expectations on the 14th February?

and thus...

why should one not indulge in kisses possessive, obsessive, lusty and desirous to search and indulge in that which be out of sight, hidden under a bit of red... nectar's sweet of lovers embraced in the whirl of the sincerity of lovemaking uninhibited.
what is this licence that valentines day presents that gives the right of passage to be that extra erotically revealing ?


yet...similarly, present be,
a touch gentle and telling of love so passionately caring
coaxing to surrender to a lover bursting with devotion to please.
whatever the phenomena of valentines day...indulge in it...and make it yours
and make it ultra passionate ...RED!

RB.

Happy Valentine day to all.

May it be full of delicious and adventurous caring and sharing.

xxx!

It ain't about pain.

I ain't that "pain sort of woman" but....just just juuuusssst enough of a painful tease does know to arouse the senses to a teetering explosive release.

It ain't about what it SHOULD be used for but, more, it be about HOW it can be used...

A crop knows to be a pleasurable tease used in the most delicious of ways... a gentle patting, stroking...prodding.

My crop is a 'plaything' most delicious...enjoy this mornings upload.

Good morning erotic all!

xxx!

I love when i get invited out into nature. Sharing with a companion just as passionate as I of all things Mother Nature knows to offer.
When surrounding inspires with its beauty and thus...


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Birds of a feather...flock together

in the tree behind
three birds of some kind,
they watched me inquisitively
the bobbing of their heads, analytically.
i had no fine feathers to show,
except in my nakedness glow,
and tried to match up to their prettiness
and in simply being me, to their loveliness.

i then heard them cackling merrily,
as if each one saying something contrary
the discussion being why she be so bare..?..
should we our feathers share?
i thought i picked up on their conversation
and thus twirled round in elation
alas, my sudden movement did frighten them away
...i just wanted to ask for a pair of wings my flightlessness to allay.

RB.

By the way...they were orange billed hoopoes...I call them cacklers and those that have heard them will have to agree they sound like a cacophony of cackling women!...BUT how beautiful are they?!?!?


Good morning to all on this fine FINE Monday!

xxx!

This mornings upload i have called


"...shapes and sizes

curves and slopes."

Good morning Tuesday!

xxx!

If a sofa a story could tell...imagine the tales we would know.

Good morning sensual creatures.


On the sofa we would be...

would u know to lie next to me...
would u be aware how engaged my whole state of being would be?
that, nothing else would know to penetrate my thought,
that, all existent would be...u and i...complete.

would u feel the magic of the moment..?... where, yours i am
...solely yours...
your touch knowing to imprint an eternal mark of care,
and away i would sail on surrendered shores...
every fibre of my being
willing and seeing
of what u present
a delicious advent
in the simplicity
of sincerity
generous and giving
the other... willing...
to step forth
courageous, loved...acknowledged in all they are.

would u know to kiss me deep, encouraging my walls to fall
catching me gentle in your strength should u hear my uncertain call?

always ready to take
away to shake
any doubt
for...
together we would know
on the sofa to lay
and
each other show..

a trusting surrender

a sweetness of faith

in a lovers touch.

RB.

Being a fan of "Alice in Wonderland" and having my Mad Hatter...him and i do know to play some very 'down the rabbit hole' games.

Good morning to all who know to be Mad Hatters of their own sort.

x


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He knew her so well...Mad Hatter



...how a hungry and lusty secret inside her gnaws
the mad hatter does know, lustful gluttony in its jaws
does feast upon a woman's heat
to make her his, in yearning agony, complete.

to watch her from beneath the rim
of his top hat, his eyes...dark... with seduction brim
and she an image of him be
her hat, her eyes seering, just as lustful, for him to see.

the game begins the heart does pound
a tingle deep in the loins be found
no move to surrender just as yet
a state of begging to beget.

that eventual gluttonous surrender a frenzy mad
a feasting of two bodies had
to dip and suck and bite and thrust
to clutch and tear and growl a must!

the mad hatter... knew her well
he knew her hunger to recognise and to tell
when deep in his seat he should recline
and, simply... watch a strip divine.

RB.

Two prong be my upload today.

One - the 'red feathered rogue' that layed her feathers across his nether region and placed a heel most gently n his hardness

and

two - me...red i be.


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More than simply red

what would my world be without vibrant colour?
still there...i know.
but, monochrome or pastel would not know to fire that which colours my imagination
a free flow of so much that lives, enormous, humongous, BIG
beautifully animated behind my closed eyes.

and to be able to surround myself with fiery reds, emerald greens, royal blues
how lucky my eyes to feast on such hues!
and thus, in this instance red be more than the colour i see...my heart passionate
my thoughts hot....my desire deep...my lover missed.

a gorgeous specimen that stirs the embers of emotion raw
churning, yearning, enveloping...every imagined thought of him
knows to waken a fiery red in my bossom...in my loins.

RB.


A weekend before my travels to Cape Town...red heart be the heart.

Good morning Glory of Today!!

x