A slender model in a black and white erotic photograph gently holds a brilliant, baby blue negligee. Her smooth skin curves sensuously in soft light, revealing lightly toned muscles on her tasty belly. Even tastier tiny breasts and long sexy legs complete this nubile girl’s petite allure.
Shrouded in fading white light, this graceful vision of a petite model almost seems as though it were a dream, meant to encourage fantastic erotic fantasies. Were I in this young woman’s dream, I’d very much enjoy walking down her hallway. With this simple piece of erotic art by Grace and Beauty, its easy for me to imagine this slender model dangling her sheer lingerie down at her feet, letting it sway back and forth a few times before she looks up. She might smile a bit, or perhaps, ask with her eyes.
What is she asking? I’m not really sure, but I’m curious to know something myself…
“Are you planning on wearing that for me?”
“I thought about it. But now that you’ve seen me naked already... why, should I?”
“Please?”
I imagine she’ll bite her lip, and hesitate a moment before she raises her arms up over her head. I’ll sneak a glance of her small breasts pulled up with her reach, and her long body before she barely obscures herself in a shroud of baby blue.
“Is that better?” she asks as she stands firm on one leg, causing her slender hip form a strong curve to her right side.
I dare not respond with anything more than a smile. After years of shared intimacy during casual moments like these, she knows what I want.
“I’m not taking it off. I just put it on.”
She takes one slow step towards me before I mock a hurtful expression. She can see right through my rouse.
“No. You’re just going to have to suffer.”
In two more steps she’s nearly upon me. I reach out with curious hands, but I’m told not to disturb.
“No. You can’t touch. Only look,” she says. I can see a mischievous glint in her dark, brown eyes. In a brief moment of indecision I’m like a faintly fluttering moth pinned to a wall, pierced by her hard, locked erotic gaze. With a quick turn, and a single step away from me, she steals from me a pang of lust.
“Watch,” she barely whispers. She doesn’t need to issue her command. I’m already staring hard at her firm, muscle toned body. But that’s not the point.
From countless games of sexual exploration we’ve played before I’ve learned what she really means for me to do – she wants me to stay right where I stand.
She looks back, just to be sure I’ve obeyed, and then she takes the tiny black straps on her long, sheer nightie, and pulls them up above her head.
I can now see her long legs curve up into the tight, round shape of her bottom, framing a slight view of her vulva. For one moment I’m almost content, but at the merest sight of her uniquely feminine parts I’m so eager to have her I lose my concentration. I take half a step forward before she reminds me of her command.
“No no… you can’t move,” she says, as her finger tips let loose the tiny strips of black fabric. Blue lace tumbles down helplessly over her shoulders, caressing the shape of her curved hourglass body, before it stops and holds firm about her waist.
I think now I’m ready to play my own game. Don’t worry though. There will be a part 2. Thanks to Grace and Beauty, I have another romantic nude photograph of this slender model teasing with a sheer blue negligee. And anyway, I’m not yet done with this fantasy.
Special thanks to Grace and Beauty for feeding my erotic imagination with this black and white nude photo. The natural sensuality in the artwork at Grace and Beauty is very inspirational.
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