My budding wish list of photos to take

I have such luck in finding the great male counterparts to my naughty undertakings. I was reading a blog by one whom I admire (Mon) and my imagination took off. I've never gotten to photograph anyone in the order of sexual adventure and his would be so delicious to capture. I don't know if what he writes is real but the idea of it is enticing. So many possibilities and his newest endeavor would lend itself to such an opportunity. 


Think of it...a woman tied to a stool, arse up with pretty lacey things on getting a spanking. How does that NOT sound like fun? Oh the possibilities...


I do wonder what sort of element it would add to the participants as well. I guess I have something new to imagine when my hand moves between the sticky need. Would my watchful eye make the adventure more exciting? Would my own arousal make the atmosphere more charged and exhilarating? 


I do love the idea of being watched, it is a repetitive fantasy of mine so being on the camera end would be fun as well. I do love to watch porn, seeing sexual expression and capturing the primal...so it all sounds great to me. 


I'm off to bed...my imagination needs an outlet.

A quickie

What happens when a woman like me doesn't wear panties out in public? The air that finds it's way under my skirt tickles and my sex responds instantly. As my legs drape open the sun warms and caresses my pink flesh and I'm aroused. My mind wanders and that part of me that wants to be exposed, to seen and wanted races to the front.


I like being on display in my mind. I like being admired and desired. I like feeling free and open as my wetness trickles out....it is intoxicating. I like to hear about the desire of others and the response to my images. I used to crave it...fantasize about it...


It makes me want to do dirty things, things I would never actually be brave enough to do but my mind and body are willing when I'm exposed.


I want to hear about the rawness of desire and the lust of the admirer. I want to manipulate it with my flesh, my body and my words. I want to know that a glimpse led to a fever that could only be rubbed or jerked out. 

I love being naughty...