I find this photo really intriguing. Doesn’t there seem to be a really interesting story there? Perhaps you’ll share a bit about what you see… ?
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Just a little while ago I posted an entry on The Silken Web, entitled “What is Hypnosis?“ It’s a very simple explanation but I thought before I moved on to more exciting things (wink), it would be nice to offer some basics to those new to the concept.
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Tomorrow I will be spending most of the day with two of my nieces. For some reason they want to see me at the obscene time of 7am. Doesn’t everyone object to waking at 5:30am? :) Even though I don’t want to drag out of bed so early, I am really looking forward to seeing them.
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I still want to tell you about Friday night’s party and a face-to-face encounter I had with the Englishman, but I’ll have to write about those a bit later.
Hope your week is going well.
Gentle hugs,
Lady Julia
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Leather Jacket Lady
By Rob Open
Worn out from a long day at work I once again stop on the way home at the grocery store. I have to admit to being a very focused guy so I have my head down shopping for radishes and the latest in season fruit. However, I am not immune to outside stimulus, especially when it smells so darn good. I hear a shopping cart saunter past me from behind and then the most pleasant fragrance hits me. I instantly turn and follow the fascinating fragrance. In front of me is a dark haired beauty in a tight fitting leather jacket with poured on blue jeans. I watch her hips sway back and forth in a mindfucking seductive dance. I gladly find myself falling into a deep trance and under her control. I follow in a happy daze as the Leather Jacket Lady’s hips continue to make love to my mind and imagination. And then suddenly, she stops.
“You finally noticed me, how nice,” she said sarcastically.
Shocked, I tear my eyes from her equally intoxicating, beautifully formed V where her strong thighs meet her flat stomach and manage a typical male response, “Uh, oops, I’m sorry, Miss.”
Thankfully, she cuts my incoherence off, “You sure are sorry.”
Our eyes met and whatever clever excuse I was about to conjure up was instantly forgotten and replaced with images of her blissful blue eyes. I love it, another mindfuck moment. Of course my mouth fell open as I basked in her gaze. Even though she had the unmistaken look of scorn, I still found her to be completely hypnotic and seductive.
After several seconds of silence, “Here read this note, Frank Taylor and don’t be late,” she said, after softening her body language.
“But wait, what’s your name,” I called out to her as she abruptly left her cart and headed for the door.
“You can read, can’t you?” was her only reply.
It’s now 10 o’clock that night and I am driving to a rendezvous with one Stacy Bruce, sexy, seductive, sassy, scintillating Stacy. I follow the notes’ instructions to the letter and pull onto the hilly driveway and see the gate blocking my entrance. I get out of the car and type in the security code and as the gates open, lights in the indoor driveway come on. About twenty-five feet away stands a Goddess. Even at this distance, my mind is captured by the ‘beyond my wildest dreams’ sight. Stacy has her hands behind her head causing her open leather jacket to expose her small and very firm breasts and flat stomach. Her jeans are unbuttoned and partially unzipped and have slid down exposing a black leather thong. Immediately, I walk quickly toward her desperately wanting a better view. She begins a slow undulating dance, her belly appearing like a wave traveling over the sea. A piercing in her navel reflects the light and catches my eye. I begin to run towards her, rapidly closing the distance. Our eyes meet and I am about to kiss her when she puts her hands on my shoulders stopping me.
“Good boy. Now that I have your undivided attention and you know what the prize is let’s see if you are worthy and creative enough to earn it.”
I smile as she zips up her jacket and jeans. This only fuels my desire for her. So confident she is. She knows what she wants and stakes her claim, but she is far from easy.
“So lover, where are you taking me this evening?” she asks, coyly.
To be continued…
It is an image that raises more questions than it answers.
Once you are past the terrific tush, the first sense that gets hit is the sense of color. Lots of dark greys and blacks and reds; symbolic colours of deep, dark desire and power exchange – supported by leather jacket.
Her body language is interesting – is she covering her upper body with her leather jacket – or exposing herself ?
And is that an elegantly dressed man behind the screen…or a reflection of her desire in a glass panel on the door. The man is dressed formally (as far as one can see) – in contrast to her casual denims and leather jacket.
And perhaps what is most intriguing of all is, what is going on behind the doors that are spilling that sensuous red light, so well picked up by the red motif on her thong ?
Is she willing the man to move beyond the door behind which he finds himself – to submit to his darker desires in the closed off, sensuous side of the passage ?
It is vaguely evocative of scenes from the Phantom of the Opera below the opera house ….
Wow. Thank you fellas :) You are both very creative! I so appreciate your efforts.