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May 25, 2014

The woods are lovely, dark and deep…

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LOVELY PEOPLE…



IF YOU’VE BOUGHT ‘PANTSDOWN ABBEY’ PLEASE GIVE IT A REVIEW.


 


The lustful Countess Caroline of Pantsdown Abbey

The lustful Countess Caroline of Pantsdown Abbey


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Published on May 25, 2014 07:25

May 24, 2014

Get clean… and dirty!

A maid… she could be out of ‘Pantsdown Abbey’!!!


 


Pin Up Photography


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Published on May 24, 2014 12:30

Armed and dangerous…

One for the boys up the front…

Pin-up


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Published on May 24, 2014 08:28

December 20, 2013

December 19, 2013

Still life…

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Published on December 19, 2013 06:04

Lady Gemma – where will her erotic imagination take her?

The daughters of Lord Pantsdown are each on a voyage of discovery.


For Lady Gemma that journey begins when she spies the gardener’s keen fingers at work on Pantsdown Abbey’s lusty and busty cook.


Gemma’s loins are well and truly stirred. She has no idea where her erotic imagination will take her…


But one thing is for sure – it’s going to get messy.




Lady Gemma
Lady Gemma


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Published on December 19, 2013 02:16

December 18, 2013

Mirror, mirror…

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Published on December 18, 2013 03:02

December 15, 2013

The window…

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Published on December 15, 2013 05:19

December 11, 2013

While I listen…

BLdNNN8CcAALdC6While I listen, listen, listen


at the wall


I hear my heartbeat


tease my finger


feel the blood drum in my brain


the beat of longing


and then the floorboard creaks


and you are there


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Published on December 11, 2013 11:13

November 29, 2013

Accessorize me

Accessorize me...

Accessorize me…


Heels.


Handbag.


Hat.


Legs twisted.


Thighs together. Gloriously.


I imagine. Dream. Long.


Bed soft and cold.


Light falls through the window. Warm like a kiss.


A kiss on my hip.


I dream. Long. Imagine.


You under me, over me.


My eyes close.


I squeeze the tops of my thighs tight shut


To close in the pleasure, the ecstasy.


I dream. Dream. Dream.



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Published on November 29, 2013 05:52