Not the greatest photo in terms of pixel resolution (obviously a phone camera or similar), but as far as pure composition, it's a masterpiece.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Marge Monday: Posing in Livingroom
For the first time in a long time, the kids were out of the house for the night. Homer and Marge could use the house however they wanted.
Marge has always been turned on my posing nude. She first posed for a charity calendar, which led to posing for Playdude and other magazines.
Homer knew that Marge is a sloppy drunk. With a bottle of wine, she loses control and will do anything--especially anything in front of a camera.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 09, 2013
A Bondage Game
A game they liked to play. Handcuff her to a tree. Pull down her dress, just enough to expose her, embarrass her if anyone came by. He'd hide in the bushes, spying on her.
After an hour or so, if no one came by, he'd take her, as if her were a stranger. But then sometimes, a stranger would happen upon her first. Sometimes they would stare and walk away. Sometimes they'd take a picture. More than once, a man came up and copped a feel of her small, but firm breasts. One sucked on her puffy nipples. And one reached up under her dress, discovering that she wasn't wearing panties, and was already wet.
That's as far as it had gotten. She'd never been raped on the tree. But she was hoping.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Frolic in the Fountain (Of youth)
On vacation, everything seemed exotic--the narrow cobblestone streets, the tall windows with wooden shutters, the faded yellow and red and blue walls, centuries old. And the fountain, the fountain in the town square. By moonlight. They had wine with dinner, an aperitif, a digestif, and another bottle of wine. By the time they left, the cafe was closed. The windows were shuttered. The streets silent. The only thing moving was the fountain. Drawn to it, they swayed over. They stared at it. They dared each other.
It is good to be young, and wild. At least once.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Best Friend
She was her best friend. And as her best friend, she was kind and generous. She didn't mind sharing her boyfriend. (As long as she could watch.)
Bush in Bathroom
I'm not sure what is going on in this photo, but I love the ambiance and the mystery.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Holden and Camille
From a 40-something couple with a blog who like to take pictures of themselves. Other than their unfortunate tendency to slap their watermark in the middle of their photos, distracting and detracting from their artistic and erotic quality, we approve. If you can see past the watermark, they do have some lovely images. More, please.
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