I usually try to post both a male and female “tush” photo, but this one was so great I decided to let it stand… err…sit.. alone. I’m sure that right away you’ll notice her bracelet (have I ever mentioned I have a thing for bracelets??) That one looks wonderful – all dangley and everything. Imagine her bracelet tickling and teasing as her fingers travel up and down his body… such tender caresses.
And her hat! If I could, I would wave a wand and hats would popular again. I really don’t mind if they’re popular other than they are so much easier to find when they are. Still… perhaps she could take her pet on a shopping expedition through vintage stores, having him hold her hatboxes as she makes her purchases. His excitement would grow with each purchase because he’d know that later, when they were home alone, she would tie him with something nice and silky so that he could not touch, and model each of those hats for him. Just the hats… nothing else. And since the hats make her feel happy and sexy, I’m sure she would spend a bit of time touching and teasing both herself and him. She may wonder which hat would look best resting over his… lap. When she retrieved it, she might choose to sit where the hat had rested, offering him a much closer view. Hats always look wonderful up close…
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She had coaxed him to drink a sip from each of the six flasks of hypnotic potion and now his mind was reeling. Earlier he had tried to impress her with his musical skills by playing everything from Bach to Beatles, whatever sheet music had been there, but she had responded to each piece by snatching the paper from in front of him and crumpling it callously before tossing it to the floor. And, as each piece of sheet music fell she bade him sip again, a pattern of sweet loss and falling which seduced him deeper and deeper into her clutches without him even knowing it. Now he stood dumbfounded as she disrobed as casually as if she were alone and about to take a hot bath. Upon her wrist was that mysterious bracelet he had been transfixed by when they first met earlier that afternoon at the sidewalk cafe.
She spun the bench in front of the piano around so that it was at ninety degrees and seated herself upon it as if she were about to ride a wild beast, but as he would soon discover it was his mind she would gallop at full speed. Tossing her long pearl necklace behind her so it would not be in the way, she began to play the piano raucously and wildly, each note mixing with the six potions in his mind and sending his thoughts cascading completely out of control, desire for her body and love for her heart as ferocious as any beast that might prowl an ancient jungle. The song seemed vaguely familiar to him, but he could not quite place it. His consciousness was slipping away as he mindlessly began to remove his clothes.
Outside in the street the music wafted above a young couple who strolled lazily home from the market. Although it’s volume was here diminished by distance and walls, and although there were no magic potions to compliment the notes, both of them were becoming strangely affected by “You Can Leave Your Hat On”.
Hat? Bracelet? Hell, I had to stare at the picture for five minutes before I even noticed the damn piano!
Lady Julia,
You are a superb writer. You should write more stories. Thank you for your post.
I agree with you about the hats, Lady Julia. There’s something about a woman in a hat, but I’m just not sure what that something is.
On the flip side, I can’t find men’s hats, either. Dressing up for swing dancing just cries for the proper wardrobe, including a hat.
That picture is awesome, thats what I call erotic art/photography. I’ve saved it to my computer.
p.s, forgot to mention, I love those shoes.
Is there anything you can’t use to create a sexy moment? Hat, bracelet? You are so creative.
P.S. I am so glad to see you are blogging again. I hope you are doing well.
Arafin, what an amazing writer you are! Thank you :)
Rob, thank you. You are very sweet :)