Stuff My Wife Wouldn't Like

Yes babe, that’s just what I’d love to give to you… mark you, see your delight and pride at how well you made me cum, at the same time allowing me to see you covered and beautiful and sexy…

What I would give to see *her* in this, her beautiful body on display, but (somewhat) subtly, down on those Australian beaches that in my mind’s eye are perpetually warm, smooth, sunny, perfect - the perfect setting for two people of perfectly matched sexuality to show off, to explore, to encourage one another to push… just… a bit further past what’s easily comfortable and into that without-a-net feeling, which would start at just being together. Where it would end is more dangerous.

What I would give to see *her* in this, her beautiful body on display, but (somewhat) subtly, down on those Australian beaches that in my mind’s eye are perpetually warm, smooth, sunny, perfect - the perfect setting for two people of perfectly matched sexuality to show off, to explore, to encourage one another to push… just… a bit further past what’s easily comfortable and into that without-a-net feeling, which would start at just being together. Where it would end is more dangerous.

The beauty of just how well *constructed* this is reminds me of Renaissance period art.. the division of the frame, the purity of the emotions (ok, the lust), and the aesthetics of the skin, the shading…
Erotic/Pornographic/Artistic all in one lovely scene…

The beauty of just how well *constructed* this is reminds me of Renaissance period art.. the division of the frame, the purity of the emotions (ok, the lust), and the aesthetics of the skin, the shading…

Erotic/Pornographic/Artistic all in one lovely scene…

I admit there’s a chance I’m slightly more driven than most of, nay, all of my peers/friends/colleagues… or single minded.  monomania, right?
At least I mix it with a generous mix of charm.. it’d take talking to me for 10 or even 15 full minutes before my intentions came out…

I admit there’s a chance I’m slightly more driven than most of, nay, all of my peers/friends/colleagues… or single minded.  monomania, right?

At least I mix it with a generous mix of charm.. it’d take talking to me for 10 or even 15 full minutes before my intentions came out…

It’s like a song that keeps repeating but that I never, ever get tired of… to all of those women who know me, and those who don’t, and even those who can’t quite figure out if it’s me or not, it is - and I love, love your ass. I fantasize about it when I’m behind you in the office, when you’re walking up the stairs, when you’re sitting across from me in the auditorium… everywhere, and it’s never NOT on my mind.

It’s like a song that keeps repeating but that I never, ever get tired of… to all of those women who know me, and those who don’t, and even those who can’t quite figure out if it’s me or not, it is - and I love, love your ass. I fantasize about it when I’m behind you in the office, when you’re walking up the stairs, when you’re sitting across from me in the auditorium… everywhere, and it’s never NOT on my mind.

We’re veering incredibly close to complete ideal here, with her… the softness of her body, the sensual as the end of the world hips, ass, and thighs. I love the black and white motif that’s somewhat subtle as well as the not-so-subtle looking-you-straight-on-in-my-mirror bit…

We’re veering incredibly close to complete ideal here, with her… the softness of her body, the sensual as the end of the world hips, ass, and thighs. I love the black and white motif that’s somewhat subtle as well as the not-so-subtle looking-you-straight-on-in-my-mirror bit…

A brilliant Saturday morning it would be, caught in the afterglow of the morning after (to mix cliches).. all peaceful, exhausted, satisfied…
And she with her marvelous, enormous breasts…

A brilliant Saturday morning it would be, caught in the afterglow of the morning after (to mix cliches).. all peaceful, exhausted, satisfied…

And she with her marvelous, enormous breasts…

But baby… How could I not explode after day after day of wanting that never seems to go away, but instead only gets worse (better!) every time you cross my path with that smile, that voice, that beautiful body and mind filled with more sexuality than most men could swallow in a lifetime…

Besides, you were the one who rode it sore to begin with…

isabellab4:

I told you that i’d kiss your poor sore cock better
How was i to know that you’d blow like the fourth of july
I was only trying to help…. ;)
But baby… How could I not explode after day after day of wanting that never seems to go away, but instead only gets worse (better!) every time you cross my path with that smile, that voice, that beautiful body and mind filled with more sexuality than most men could swallow in a lifetime… Besides, you were the one who rode it sore to begin with…

isabellab4:

I told you that i’d kiss your poor sore cock better

How was i to know that you’d blow like the fourth of july

I was only trying to help…. ;)

My mind is fixated on her lovely, curvy, soft and firm and grabbable ass right now… lingerie like this (God bless the designer here, with the contrasting satin bow), takes beauty and turns it into art, quite simply…

My mind is fixated on her lovely, curvy, soft and firm and grabbable ass right now… lingerie like this (God bless the designer here, with the contrasting satin bow), takes beauty and turns it into art, quite simply…

What a beautiful spot… to be there, tucked into her, her feeling the weight and pressure of my cock against the smoothness of her ass, right there - anticipation and getting ready and then, then, breaking through that split second when everything goes into full color…

What a beautiful spot… to be there, tucked into her, her feeling the weight and pressure of my cock against the smoothness of her ass, right there - anticipation and getting ready and then, then, breaking through that split second when everything goes into full color…