there are
varying shades
levels
of nuance
to her nudity.
she could lay naked
on her back
droning endlessly
about something so
mundane
the majesty was
lost.
or
she lay on her
stomach
hips arched
ever so
slightly
inviting exploring
lips
tongue
or fingers.
usually all.
stomp her way into
the room
toss herself
onto
the couch
sitting in a ball
staring
at her
phone.
the slow
sinuous walk
where every thing
shakes
in sync with
the pounding in my
chest.
but not cooking.
only had to have
hot oil
spatter a nipple
to grab
a shirt
from then
on.
even that looked
good.
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It actually is a real thing.
And just so you know all awkward EC things, instead of hitting the post title to open it I hit the tag ‘naked’ by mistake
😳
I tried to get out of that feed of posts as fast as I could with fumbling fingers, as if my eyes might burn from breasts or bare bottomed women bent over. Once I finally tripped my way onto your post I realized that there was nothing to be so frightened of. 🤔 lol. I’m so strange.
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I think you are just right.
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Lol the oil splatter nipple bit…😂
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