It’s 6.30 in the morning. A girl waits for me, pale pink with deeper pink in places,bending over a chair near the end of my land, looking down into the valley. The air is clear but still morning-fresh: she shivers a little.
She won’t come quietly, that girl. Echoes of the flogger’s impact, and quieter pleasures, and orgasmic cries, across the valley. It’s a beautiful place, but it’s never been more beautiful than that morning.
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Nice shot, Jaime.
Thank you! I couldn’t help but stop and take it, on my way down to join her.
Beautiful! Now please excuse me while I go check the bottom of our garden.
Thank you! I hope your journey to the bottom of your garden was equally fruitful. (Peach is a fruit.)
Well people used to be content with fairies at the bottom of the garden, but I can see why people prefer slaves, a great picture x
Well, fairy slavegirls might be ideal. But she is pretty close.
Thank you!
Oooh . . . my kind of gardening !!!
Xxx – K
Yes, it is rather your style 🙂
xxx J
Oh I can’t wait for the spring and summer so I can get back outdoors (naked) again
Mollyx
Yes. Though here in Italy, where it’s supposedly winter, it’s quite warm, really.
And there’s something nice about having slightly cool air waking up the skin. (So long as you’ve got a warm fire going inside.)
xxx J
That looks like a great place for some fun!
Rebel xox
Beautiful place indeed. And well decorated at that moment!
Jaime xxx
I can’t wait get use the great outdoors again!
I can’t wait to see the photos that result!
Regards!
Beautiful shot – I love to be outdoors x
Thank you very much!
I don’t do outdoors sexythings nearly often enough. (I’ve just realised. So now I can do something about that.)
The thought of finding such delights at the bottom of the garden is a dream. I will be honest and say the imagery is better than I thought when I saw Slave in the title
It’s a question of how you use the word and what you mean by it. A slavegirl may be owned and have to do as she’s told, but only while she likes and enjoys that. And she is certainly loved, revered and treasured by her master. I mean, speaking for myself, anyway.
I see it as a close, intimate word, not remotely demeaning.
I’m glad you liked the pic!
I love outdoor shots, can’t wait to be out there again 🙂
~Kazi xxx
Thank you!
And I hope as my mountains slide into winter, your world warms up and drags you outside!
oh my, you have a magical fairy nymph in your garden! So lovely she stands with such lush greenery all around her.
Pretty magical. Can turn happiness into joy. And she can fly.
And she’s magically pretty. Especially in her natural environment.