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All the photos on the page are of me. They are taken by my husband under my direction (he is more a point and shoot kind of guy)(with cameras. I meant with cameras....!!)

I love taking pics of any subject. And am glad to have the opportunity to share some of these more "personal" pics on here with you. Friends in real life get to see my face - you don't get that but you get to see the other parts they dont. Hope that seems fair!

I LOVE COMMENTS on the pics - and suggestions and ideas of what else I can try to take photos of. Let me know what you like (and dont like). There is no such thing as a bad comment...

The videos are NEVER me. But when I do post one of me - I will deny it's me anyway - so you will never know. Lol xxx tease by name - tease by nature...

OK its not anything to do with movies but...

I love to be surprised...the gentle scrape of your fingernail unexpectedly down my spine...your teeth grazing softly against the tender skin of my earlobe...warm breath on my neck making me arch to you as I moan

...an illicit touch in a public place...fingers sliding over my body, exploring and probing at me under my clothes while I try to maintain a conversation...your eyes looking deep into mine full of desire

...hearing you describe what you are going to do to me later...deep hungry kisses as you grind your erection against me leaving me in no doubt that you want me... teasing touches that make my breathing quicken

...my hands held above my head as I shiver in anticipation...the darkness of a blindfold and the suspense of not knowing what comes next...the taste of you hot and hard, sliding deep into my throat...knowing you are watching as I suck you into me, feeling you getting harder as you watch yourself invading my body

...your warm tongue lapping against my bare skin, leaving wet trails against my body...the feel of your hands firm against my hips as you position yourself behind me...my fingers clenching at the bedcovers as I brace myself ready for you

...that initial long, deep stroke that slides you into the depths of me, filling me completely with one thrust...the heady excitement as my orgasm approaches...the helplessness of feeling it wash over me, hearing myself moan as I come...gripping you inside me as I spasm again and again over you.

Murder mysteries...chick lit...books which teach me about history without having to pore through stuffy non-fiction...erotica...books that make me think long after I have finished reading them...easy reading - nothing too heavy in subject or style.

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confident men... unexpected sex or illicit touches... descriptive words that make my heart race... lingerie that gets ripped off as soon as it gets put on...erotica... impatient needy sex...giggling about things when I remember them afterwards... handcuffs and blindfolds... surprises... watching your face as you cum... photographs that are more than just a biology lesson... cold ice on hot skin...remembering ridiculous trivia at inappropriate moments... receiving photo requests and comments... luxuriating in the dry heat of saunas... being taken from behind...very cold champagne... being teased till I lose control... croissants and fresh strawberries for breakfast on a balcony... finding my limits... crunching through autumn leaves with steamy breath... wild, frenzied drunken sex without inhibitions or restrictions... a soft rug in front of a crackling log fire... exploring whispered fantasies ...men with a twinkle in their eye... fingers tweaking at my nipples till I close my eyes whimpering with pleasure... toes wriggling in white sand near turquoise seas... someone who can make my stomach flip with lust... humour... scented oil massages which could turn out to be foreplay... snowball fights... wondering if we might be seen... the beauty of fish and coral when snorkelling... being controlled without being forced... daydreaming with a glass of cold chardonnay in a bubble bath... sex in the sea, the pool the shower... cliched romance and thoughtful gestures ... fast hard needy sex... compliments and knowing you want me ... being exposed where I shouldn't be...finding bargains on e-bay... spending the afternoon in bed ... feeling valued... knowing you have plans for me...large stacks of pancakes with maple syrup... my ability to orgasm as many times as you let me...living life to the full

snoring...broken promises...blood and gore...guys who want me to be stronger than them...olives...incest...being made to feel bad...going to the cinema...skiiing...long journeys in cars... talking politics... rudeness... sex with animals... bullies ... having cold feet ... tequila... scat...violence... judgemental people ... apathy... road rage... pain or fear in sex... early mornings... being taken for granted ... ratatouille... sex to prove a point ...football...lack of respect...housework... friends requests from people who never even said hi...!

Am I really the tease, the flirt, the minx they warned you about? Simply a will-o-the-wisp, a quick glimpse of a hidden prize, a veiled image of what might be, forever hinting at the pleasures I could provide?

Am I just the sum of various body parts, a photofit of my pictures, the seductive smile, the legs, the come-to-bed eyes, the breasts, the oh-so-elusive pussy? It’s true I offer no promises but do I offer any real hope?

Will I haunt your dreams, inhabit your deepest fantasies and ruin your concentration? Will my stories worm their way into your thoughts, building your image of me, getting you hard as you create your own scenarios for us in your head?

Will I be there in your mind as you stroke your erection when you wake? I want my image to writhe tangled with you under your covers, making you sweat long after you fall asleep. Will I become the siren that lures you back to my page, to linger over my photos, to share my erotic stories, to explore my cyber fantasies?

Or am I simply your prey, the hunted, all about the chase? Waiting for the man who can control me, who can turn the tables and seduce me. When I leave the room with a swish of my skirt and a glimpse of stockinged thigh – have you got what it takes to make me turn back again?

Can you resist the urge to run after me and instead find a way to persuade me to approach you instead? Can you seduce me, make my sex throb and my nipples harden with your whispered ideas? Can you paint me a picture with words, with details of your hands exploring me, your tongue tasting me, your cock plundering me?

Capture me with the eroticism in your mind, with the products of your imagination and I will be helpless, quivering in your hands, whimpering for your touch. Caught in your web, I will offer myself to you completely, losing control as you claim every inch of me for your own.

You can draw me in like a moth to a flame until I find myself trapped by my own need, a prisoner of my own desires.

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