i leaned on my broom, my sweep away of all things scary at this moment,
and preferred to imagine what would happen if behind me u stood ever so indulgent,
to stare at my posture and imagine how soft those bum cheeks of mine,
to imagine yourself pressed, ever so close, that feeling of soft on hard, ever so divine.
so
if interested u should be,
and perchance, glance at my uploaded pic and happen to see,
me leaning on my broom sweeping away those possible cobwebs in your mind,
just imagine standing near and my hips real close feeling them move and grind...
x
RB.
Russian Bridgitte
Russian Bridgitte -
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Goooood morning most Blessed Sunday and beautiful all!!!
and thus....bright and orange light be the theme....
bright, inviting this morning , a common theme
the sun into my room does know to stream
every part of my body, every part of my mind
to its splendorous brightness it knows to bind.
if my eyes u could see, real deep in them look
an inviting meandering like a seductive brook
a stream of wonder of the most gentle sort
into my fantasy of what the day holds, u would be caught.
the mind and body carefree and loving
the spirit in its giving and receiving becoming
for, one with the freedom... being all sexy and sensual
so...do knock on my door ... for behind it...treasures be plentiful.
Good morning!
RB.
BurningMan
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Your feet...my pleasure...in more ways than one...enjoy the download today!
A foot cradled.
He wasn't keen to indulge
His history not wanting to divulge
Once married now divorced
a situation upon him forced.
He craved a woman's touch to feel
Lost in a moment so sensual so real
For her to treat him like a 'king'
would be the ultimate thing.
Courageously he picked up the phone
dialled, listening to her ringtone
"Hello" said a husky voice
"Thank u for making me your choice".
His heart as if on a racetrack
Car parked there was no turning back
Once engulfed in a hug so deep
The feeling forever he knew he would keep.
The flickering of the candlelight
romantic nuances instilled that night
engulfed in the heat of scented waters warm
She sat before him in her naked form.
His hardness he could not contain
nor did he wish disinterest to feign
How invitingly naked she was
every sensual nerve in him abuzz.
She cradled his foot against her pubic bone
The travelling of her hands made him moan
And then between his legs in the waters she slid
To spread his legs of him she bid.
Merciless was her gentle touch
Her attentive sensuality for his mind too much
He groaned, he arched, her hands magical
The last thrust...but no release...fantastical.
The move to the plinth a craving felt
Again between his legs she knelt
And there the eventual slow release
his neediness with each spill...did cease.
RB.
Russian Bridgitte
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This mornings download is about the state of "dress" and place on sofa when reading and the mind cannot help but add a naughty twist to the words read!
To eat a ...fig...or...banana
I like to get lost between the covers of a book. The texture of those pages as i turn them make the read so much more absorbing. The passion, at times, being to read something light of note yet, full of entertaining facts .
On this occasion i felt for non fiction that required nothing more than to simply read and absorb...the brain not wishing to exert itself in having to concentrate too hard.
And thus to reach out to...a book that is not meant to be read at once...but rather a dabble on an infrequent basis.
from:-
"Rapid Fire - Remarkable Miscellany" by John Maytham
(quoted with missing pieces just to narrate the amusing jist of the write)
"Can a vegan eat a fig"
Hmm, lots of nuances in the answer! It depends - on the fig and the vegan. Some figs, like the Smyrna, are pollinated in such a way that the female wasp dies inside the fig......(and it continues)......Bananas, on the other hand, are a different story....(and it continues)....did someone mention slippery slopes?.....
Oh! do go find the book and enjoy!
To eat figs and bananas...a heavenly treat for some...for others...a definite no-no!
Which one is for u?
A nice firm banana..?..should one indulge..?..or a deliciously dripping ripe fig...to be indulged in...?...RB.
Russian Bridgitte
Russian Bridgitte -
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Today it be about the yawn and call to wake up....
Wake up!
That bright light
A delight...
Do feast your eyes upon me lover
Do come my way and discover
The glory of a morning wakening
Dreams preciously erotic in remembrance cradling.
But, the sun calls now, the morning risen
To tease me out of sleep, in the rising dawn imprison
A willing captured spirit I become
As the clutch of slumber becomes undone.
A promise though, I must confess
Throughout the day u shall my thoughts caress
No need those passions of last night's dreams to forget
A preference to daydream and new naughtiness beget.
So should u look into my eyes
In their depths u will find much desire lies
To have u near to make u mine
For each of us....on each other dine.
RB.
Kiss u all ever so fondly and deliciously soft and looooonnnngggg!
BurningMan
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This mornings upload is all about my red boa and i...does bring the "showgirl" out of me.
Fly free
I feathered myself red and stood
All perky and proud...
I fluffed myself up
To show off...allowed.
An exotic bird of the most different sort
To spread my wings , in lustful winds caught.
The kiss of attention, giving rise to desire,
A suitors eyes, appreciating my feathers does fire...
A flight to take to spread my wings
To swoop real close , a penchant for dangerous things.
But, if too close I should fly and my wings get clipped,
By the ardour of a gentleman whipped,
Would it really matter to my feathers and I
If heaven upwards I could no longer fly?
A bird of paradise , of exotic nature
Knows not to be ground bound, of the sky a creature,
For the heavens boundless to soar real high
A spirit needy of the freedom to fly.
And thus , to feather the suitor too,
To show him how to spread his wings and...on cue,
Take flight to the skies and see the world from above
And with me and my feathers fall madly in love.
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