With the blanket cast aside, I immediately long for its warmth. I am guided by strong hands onto the corner cushion — this is why corner-group sofas were designed — and make myself comfortable. His lips meet mine, and then my neck, my breastbone, my navel, and destinations south. He is tender, but direct. I realize I am still tingly from the warm-up session with the new toy, and the first climax arrives suddenly.
Happy Friday, y’all! Please take a moment to check out Hy’s Boobday post from earlier this morning — All of the contributing ladies look lovely, if I do say so myself. ~C
Unbelievable. … 🙂
It might even get better! 😉
Lovely playtime 😀😉
Thanks very much! More to come…
It sure looks like Holden knows what he’s doing…! Very hot… and I agree with your thought about corner sofas. 😉
He certainly does! We now have TWO corner sofas, just for variety… 😉
“Upstairs, Downstairs” was a TV series here, a sort of cut-price early version of “Downton Abbey”, with the nobs upstairs and the servants downstairs, and these photos just make me think of all the naughty goings on that were rarely shown 😉 This is such a wonderful photo of the two of you 🙂 x
p.s. the day after I published my poem “Bare Sark” you posted a wonderful photo which I thought perfectly illustrated it and tonight I have finally gotten around to updating the poem using your image, with your permission.
http://fridayerotica.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/bare-sark.html
We strongly considered using a variation of “Upstairs, Downstairs” for these images! 🙂 And we love the photo you chose for your poem!