THANK U dear one....as i always say, u are my "mad hatter"...u know me and my books so well.
For my Alice:
How relaxed and restful you do look
Enthroned there amongst your many books
Your two feet up and easily resting
A shoulder bare, white, suggesting
The stockinged limbs, so softly sheer
A thigh, (or two?), discreetly bare
The brightly shining long blonde hair
A hand to hold, to please, to care
You are a marvellous vision that I have glimpsed
Truly, my own beloved biblio-nymph
KR.
..hello bright day...hello beautiful people!
x
On 2021-10-19 07:56:11 Russian Bridgitte said:
On 2021-10-18 11:16:26 AnthonyEdwards said: I must thank you for this morning Ma'am. You were absolutely amazing
Dear AnthonyEdwards...i did please u yesterday morn?...which morning visitor were u...?...u have me intrigued as to your identity...mmm.
Good morning Ma'am, You pleased me this morning as well with your beautiful words and very sexy PG pics
xoxo
AE
I do hope i shall still have the pleasure of u..?
Thank u thank u...THANK U...for your kind words and thank u for enjoying.
This mornings words though, were not mine but, of a very very VERY dear and close Gentleman visitor....and i "love" him for knowing me so well. x
crisp whiteness, keeping 'morality' in place,
as, out the window i gaze...
not too far from me, on the other side of the glass pane,
i watch a couple arguing, in their voices a tinge of disdain.
she, adamant that he be nothing more than a git...
he, trying very hard to win her over with much banter and childish wit.
a flailing of hands and grimaces only a woman knows to make,
he, with a shrug of the shoulders her accusations off, to shake.
and, here i was, peeking in on them and wandering,
would there be peace , a surrendering...?
if those two lovers under my sheets themselves should find...?
would their nakedness know their anger to blind...?
and would silky naughty pleasures be an indulgent delight
and giggles and laughter and delicious whispers, a rewrite...?
of an argument most unnecessary and a waste
but rather, a choice, carnal pleasures to taste.
RB.
Gooood morning glorious JHB!!!
This morning beckoning and demanding a rise out of the bed!
Kiss u all with all of me! x
A favourite...the t-shirt as is a pair of good cut jeans and simple heels.
so...
this t-shirt today without a bra i shall wear
i wonder...would any man dare to stare
what thoughts would be milling in his head
maybe thinking...how easy i would be to bed?
and then the ladies that would stare in shock
thinking how indecent, their hypocrisy, my nipples do rock
and younglings none the wiser nor understanding the fuss
a dress code such...?... worse than using unacceptable words to cuss?
neither easy to bed nor numb to morality
my sensuality considered by most a profanity
an expression of much that others do fear
their judgemental nature keeping them bound and from natural pleasures stay clear.
how times have marred the good of things sensual
or, is it humans that have degraded all things sexual
no longer a sexy allure welcoming and teasing
a courting of the most intimate sort before a bedroom romp pleasing.
of course a place and time for all things revealing
but i choose with my lover to be less concealing
of desires most complimentary i feel for him,when we are together
and thus such flirtatious freedom i dare to enjoy, he will never tether.
an eyeful, before a mouthful...
a touch, a brush of a hand playful...
the t-shirt knows to do wonders to an intimacy most erotic,
in the gentleness and passionate surrender a new found...indulgence rhapsodic.
RB
Plus a bask in a splash pool set high overlooking Mother Nature for miles and miles...what more could any Soul ask for...
a hindrance to a mind peaceful
when the urban jungle is left behind
each sunrise, each sunset a selfish indulgence of pure lazy luxury.
to contemplate any responsibility a hindrance to a mind peaceful.
even the quiet of busy nature is restful.
where the call of birds and the disturbance of bushes as wildlife make their way to watering holes
be pure fodder to ears violated daily by the pollution of city noise.
when the skies loom huge with the vastness of the universe...
at first painted bright by a sun radiant and then....as the rays begin to set long and the moon makes its climbing appearance...a darker sky pocked with thousand and thousand of twinkles
makes one stare and stare into the depths of the heaven...searching...
trying to understand and grasp the eternity stretching and stretching.
the wonder of life once again, reaffirmed by that selfish indulgence to do nothing more
than be naked days and nights on end...trying to return to the basics of bliss
forgotten in the rat race of survival.
RB.
Blessings most scrumptious to minds naughty yet, nice!!
x
On 2021-10-25 06:59:34 Russian Bridgitte said:
A favourite...the t-shirt as is a pair of good cut jeans and simple heels.
I absolutely love this look.
Here is my share, if you will allow me.
We were just mere children reaching puberty... My friend and I were sat on the front step of the gate to his garden, reading comics, when I was disturbed by the now familiar click... click sound of stilettos.
Looking up, on the other side of the road was a girl in what may have been the highest stilettos I had seen, up until that point in my life. I remember my eyes following her along the road, and noticed my friend was similarly entranced.
Neither my friend or I said anything to each other, and I don't suppose either of us could explain the attraction at such a young age, but for some reason, that incident has stuck with me
She usually wore a style that is known as slingbacks. Pointed toes and a heel of at least four and a half inches. She would often sit on the front of her desk, legs crossed, dangling one shoe precariously from the end of her foot. How she never lost it I don't know. She would also, when stood next to the blackboard, slip her shoes off and on, often pausing to rest her toes on the back of her shoe. Sometimes she wore patent elegant looking court shoes with very thin heels. I don't know about you, but I find the sight and sound of a court shoe being slipped off and on very seductive. All this activity was, I'm sure, to relieve her aching feet from being stood up so long in heels. Still I found it quite a turn on. Reminiscing about this period of my life, it has occured to me that not many girls I knew, as friends or girlfriends seemed to be heel wearers. Most seemed to stick to their chosen casual wear of jeans and clogs, even for evenings out. I can imagine I must have been a little dissapointed about this.
How I wish I was the kid who would be told to sit under her desk because I did not do my homework
Edited: 2021-10-26 07:42:24
On 2021-10-25 07:17:34 AnthonyEdwards said:
On 2021-10-25 06:59:34 Russian Bridgitte said:
A favourite...the t-shirt as is a pair of good cut jeans and simple heels.
I absolutely love this look.
Here is my share, if you will allow me.
We were just mere children reaching puberty... My friend and I were sat on the front step of the gate to his garden, reading comics, when I was disturbed by the now familiar click... click sound of stilettos.
........., that incident has stuck with me
I love your share!....and there began your love of legs and heels...? x
On 2021-10-25 07:26:51 AnthonyEdwards said:
Mrs RB was our maths teacher. A lady, who always wore tan hose and high heels. What I loved about Mrs RB was that she seemed to find it impossible to keep her shoes on her feet.
She usually wore a style that is known as slingbacks. Pointed toes and a heel of at least four and a half inches. She would often sit on the front of her desk, legs crossed, dangling one shoe precariously from the end of her foot. How she never lost it I don't know. She would also, when stood next to the blackboard, slip her shoes off and on, often pausing to rest her toes on the back of her shoe. Sometimes she wore patent elegant looking court shoes with very thin heels. I don't know about you, but I find the sight and sound of a court shoe being slipped off and on very seductive. All this activity was, I'm sure, to relieve her aching feet from being stood up so long in heels. Still I found it quite a turn on. Reminiscing about this period of my life, it has occured to me that not many girls I knew, as friends or girlfriends seemed to be heel wearers. Most seemed to stick to their chosen casual wear of jeans and clogs, even for evenings out. I can imagine I must have been a little dissapointed about this.
How I wish I was the kid who would be told to sit under her desk because I did not do my homework
AE.....one of the nicest writes i have read! It felt so true to life and in the moment...thank u! x
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Life is a journey and having tried to rush from our youth when teenagers, just as quick we wish we could have it back as the deep seat of time settles in our lives.
We try to evade the lessons of life, ducking and diving...but, somehow it always seems the path we may be on, inevitably, would have been the path one would have taken anyway....true or not?
And thus, the responsibility to choose wisely, not only for oneself, for in our choices, we do leave a ripple effect on those around us.
RB
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