#ampleassappreciation

The pearls are a nice touch, yet they seem superfluous to the vision you behold. They may be taken in hand as reins to guide me in your pursuits of pleasure, to offer the illusion of control as you tether my wanton undulations in your embrace. I would welcome the slight choking effect to enhance my cumming… but I am getting ahead of myself. Your gaze is traversing the luscious curves of my derrière that beckon you closer from across the room. Your mind flips through the possibilities of contact with the plump flesh. It’s a juicy peach to sink your teeth into, leaving temporary embossing on the surface as you attempt to devour it whole. Then it becomes a target for your flat hand, to trigger a sting of punishment, to see my response. Playfulness? Wounded? Lusting for more? You imagine it all and the wordless sounds I will make to encourage you to inflict another dose. I shift slightly, feeling your scrutiny and my impatience. The shadowed cleave opens just enough to intrigue you with the mysteries of what lies between. Perhaps your tongue will explore the trail to the moist fragrance of my excitement and the source you seek within my swollen core. Maybe your hands will grasp the cheeks, handily pulling them apart to grant your face full access to burrow and bury it into the luscious oasis of my sex. The faint whimper and sigh as your curious fingers and tongue breech me simultaneously makes you huff in triumph. Our heavy lidded eyes meet briefly as your clever tongue slithers deeper inside me, stirring me wider in preparation for the stiffer probes I will soon be receiving from your own wanton unbridled thrusts. My toes curl, feeling the slight captivity in the fishnet stockings, as I surrender to the oncoming orgasm you have set in motion.

It isn’t really meant to be a recruitment occasion for our little swingers enclave, but if we stir some interest among the uninitiated… so much the better. I have my eye on a promising young couple or two, that have been flirting with me throughout the main course. I’m accustomed to come ons and respond in a bewitching manner that amplifies their interest. You are more straight forward, speaking in hushed tones about my appetites and unique insatiability, upselling my oral preferences to the husbands and my thirsts to the wives. Most are tipsy and aroused enough to make some impulsive leaps that will pay off for all concerned. Your gracious rustling of potentials leaves me to look alluring… and forward to the impending adventures. Tonight we serve dessert after various seeds have been planted with the most likely to succumb. The music is turned up to prompt an impromptu tango between us while syrupy sweets are consumed. As you sashay me around the lengthy dinner table, you tell a story about how we met on a dance floor in Morocco, intimating it ended with a horizontal evening that became a week of never leaving your hotel room. As we slide past our mesmerized guests, you slowly drag the zipper down the back of my dress to up the ante. Leaving the clasp at the top allows your hands to caress the soft skin of my sloping back and reach beneath the fabric to bring forth my lusty gasps. The dance continues to assure that everyone is able to view the real time seduction and confirm my lack of lingerie. The zipper continues its descent with the help of my undulating hips to expose the cleave of fine derriere. There are helpless whimpers from a few, but the others are silent and calculating their next incentivized move. You dip me to showcase my flexibility and my response to your nuzzling kisses at my throat and shoulders. There is appreciative applause when we finish with a flourish. I walk slowly away toward a staircase that leads to an upstairs bedroom, making meaningful eye contact with my awestruck admirers. You suggest there is plenty of wine and food  to indulge in while you slip away to … indulge yourself. Upon your lingering exit, you whisper to a few couples implying an invitation to join us. Watches are checked to stagger the visits and I offer longing looks from the staircase in slow motion. Having laid the groundwork earlier, there are nods and smiles from those that had already decided this is not to be missed. I’m also aware there is a lone man at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the wag of my bare plump rump. I lick my lips and crook my finger to beckon him upwards, then glance your way to encourage you as well. Feeling a flush between my thighs, I shiver with a dizzy arousal as the best part of the evening is about to begin.

No wonder you call me Peaches. It’s also your code for the promise of a particularly provocative pause for pleasure.

“Of course, that was mind-blowing… definitely a one off though, we have to close the drapes from now on.”

No surprise where you hung the mistletoe this year for our holiday get together.

I know the boots are the main attraction and the wrist restraints are essential so I won’t interrupt your playtime… with them.

I hoped you would follow me out here to my studio when I disappeared from our bed. I think you like seeing me swim in your ‘stolen’ sweater, knowing I am warmed and still nakedly accessible to your embrace. You study me as I dance seductively around the room, offering you glimpses of my still glistening portal that trickles and drips with your recent implosion deep inside me. The messy sight revitalizes your own excitement for another go-around… which is the veiled reason for my provocative display. I meet your eyes, half in apology, half in desire for my insatiably aroused body and steady myself on the potter’s wheel perch to present myself.

You threaten to pounce from the loft ladder, claiming my peach of a rump is beyond irresistible. We both know you won't risk life or limb, preferring to continue taking photographs while I pose. These sessions begin with selected lingerie being showcased provocatively, showing all aspects of my voluptuous body. There are all types of men in the world, each with their own spank bank preferences. Ass men that travel the spectrum from magnificent in magnitude to tight and tiny. Breast lovers that imagine caressing, massaging, sucking, nibbling, sliding themselves between or spilling their excitement across them in triumph. Foot fetishists that cannot get enough of the arch, the toes, showcased in heels or playing ‘this little piggy’ with their consumptive mouth. We have our share of ink kinkers who I presume love a pictorial essay or treasure map to follow. We even have a few that tune in to feed their fantasies of painting my ever-present spectacles with their targeted eruptions. I see you, until you do just that in your naughty boy brain. We cater to all, making no distinction or judgement, just feeding our own proclivities for exhibitionism to the widest swath of ‘onlookers’ into our little photo-documented frolics. Most are SFW and free to anyone that cares to Follow, but we also dabble in live-feed coupling and custom taped videos for our more inve$ted fans. We’ll get to those soon enough today, after I have self-satisfied myself with buzzy toys to showcase my cute little O-face in the throes of pleasure, and maybe a hint of my juiciness. You usually succumb to the singular fun I’m having and join in after setting up a tripod and remote shutter release to capture our intimate involvement. Not sure if it’s the strangers witnessing us all over the world or the revenue for doing what we love, that makes our mutual cumming so remarkable. We won’t quit, honestly, we can’t. And we can’t do it without you. You’re that good.