If ever there was a blog that I didn’t expect to exist, this compilation of penises in high heeled shoes must be it.
Here’s a sample:
See more on their website.
Sometime back I wrote am ENF story about Lady Jane who goes to the racess and loses more than she bargained for.
I think I’ve found the perfect photo to go with the story:
The second part of “What She Says” is up on Literotica. The CFNM action continues, and this time with video:
“If that’s true, then if I asked, say, that you take your jeans off, you wouldn’t be able to resist? No?” I can’t believe I managed to form that sentence. You can’t believe I was brave enough to ask.
Your mouth drops open. “Well… I….”
“Would it help if I said please?” I ask and then cover my mouth as I giggle.
The laugh really does cast a spell over you. A smirk grows on my face. Will you really go through with this? My smirk breaks into a broad grin.
For a reason that you’ll never really understand, you start to unbuckle your belt. I lean forward again, transfixed by the movement of your hands.
After lamenting that CFNM photos aren’t really for me, I’ve been keeping my eye out for some that are more of a turn-on. I think they need to be one-on-one, with the woman (i.e. me) in complete control.
After coming to that startling conclusion, and not being entirely sure why, I started thinking about erotic photography, and which of those I prefer. It seems that CFNM pictures do almost nothing for me. I think that’s because I can’t identify with the man in the picture, and the situations are often groups of women humiliating a man and I wouldn’t want to be part of that.
On the other hand, professionally shot ENF pictures are often beautiful to look at because, let’s face it, the female body is usually more beautiful (from a non-sexual perspective) than the male’s, but also because I can often put myself into the picture – albeit I may not be quite as beautiful or skinny enough to pull it off, I’m sad to say. My love of ENF falls completely if the picture portrays force or anything non-consensual, though. At that point it becomes a complete turn-off.
Enough of the words, however, as I think it’s time to post a picture:
Oh, to be blessed with that body and the mask of anonymity… what a fantasy.