Just an innocent little post!

What in this modern world where we are all so  sexually sophisticated  do we find erotically charged any more ? The internet is awash  with horny housewives , widely spread for the camera and apparently gagging for it with just about anybody, but we’ve all seen that now. It takes a lot to give the seasoned voyeur a raging hard on and a  need to urgently  to excuse himself  for a quick  handjob in the downstairs loo.

That being the case it’s not always easy for me to keep a blog that is arousing and stimulating without descending into the degrading and plain nasty. The way I deal with this is to offer up images and write about situations which in real life would get my own pulses racing. One concept which tends to do it for me is the  female of the species who presents that sexually irresistible  mixture of wide eyed innocence and wantonness, someone who offers the  classic “Oh dear, I’m afraid I’ve been a naughty girl, Sir.” scenario  which tends to lead on to the long slow  inevitability of regretful  punishment and sweet forgiveness.

I’m talking about grown up girls who at opportune  moments  adopt the mannerisms of naughty girls who would benefit from a suitable lesson from  a responsible adult, and afterwards of course show their very grown up appreciation.

 In this situation it’s arguable which is the biggest turn on, when the girl in question has put on clothing that would have looked right in a nineteen  fifties nursery or, by accident of course, whatever normal clothing she started off wearing has accidentally rearranged itself leaving her exposed and available.

(Where have I seen this image before?)

Many of the  pin up artists of the past understood this and their illustrations regularly featured females who had started out  properly dressed , but due to circumstances quite out of their  control were horrified to find that they were flashing their boobs or suspenders to the world at large.

Such girls were often caught  out when they were getting dressed, or were surprised when having a bath, so their credibility as nice respectable girls was kept while they still managed to get us good and horny watching their discomfort.

Sex is a very personal thing so what does it for one doesn’t  necessarily do it for another. For example I find  the following image quite a turn on, a pretty girl face down on the bed in a simple little top that for whatever reason, innocent or otherwise, is up round her waist and drawing attention to her bare and  gloriously  kissable bottom.

The expression on he face is quietly bland , notwithstanding that she is a living invitation to be sweetly fucked. More than that, I can so easily imagine her across my knee like this,  compliant and accepting as I gently spank her for whatever excuse  I can devise before kissing her all over and joining her in that tumbled bed.

Quite  different is this young  nymph, who seems to have lost all her clothes poor mite and her  eyes are big with surprise at the realisation that standing right next to her is  a man with a great big upstanding cock so  what on earth does he plan to do with it? Surely whatever it is will not involve her, or will it?

    

Or what about this  cartoon which invites us to imagine the endless questions going through the young lady’s mind. “Why am I naked?”   “Why are my panties down?”  “Why am I across  this man’s knee, and why is he spanking me with a hair brush?”  So busy is she with these concerns that she has yet to wonder  “And what is he going to do with  me afterwards?” But as we can all guess the answer to that one, no need to spell it out.

Here is another  drawing, a Vargas this time.

 The girl is deliciously  naked and clearly a crucible of potential pleasure, but, despite this, looking at the fictional Mr Jones with guileless eyes as if quite unaware that there could possibly  be anything on his mind other than concern about the appropriate way to deal with her for whatever it was that apparently she did. Those volunteering to be Mr Jones (or even Ms Jones) please form an  orderly  queue.

For us girls in the know, it’s all too easy to play this game of wanton innocence and get the results we want. This pneumatic siren for example just happened to take a five minute nap in her lacy underwear just when there was a good chance of the man in her life would come across her like that.

The expression on her face says it all. “Darling, why are you taking all your clothes off and why have you got a stiffy that could open packing cases?”

This pose of sweet innocence can be taken to the extreme, and it’s rarely a problem as most of us know it offers us the potential for so much pleasure we are happy to play along. I remember reading an erotic short story some time back that  featured a sexy older woman encouraging an adolescent boy to sunbathe with her on her roof terrace. First she persuaded him that of course that they both had to take all their clothes off,

 and having gone the two of them quite naked moved on to her rubbing sun oil all over him, naturally concentrating on his most vulnerable and sensitive bits. You don’t need me to tell you how it ended!

Examples of the wanton/innocent  dichotomy are not hard to find if one has an eye for them, this sexy wench walking up stairs glancing wantonly behind at ‘Sir’ for example.

We know that the man following has to be beguiled by all he can see up her indecent little skirt and that his loins are leaking with lust, but her expression suggests that she has no idea that his plans for her could possibly go any  further than putting her  wicked self  across his knee and soundly spanking  her naughty little  bottom.

We know that she knows that afterwards he will progressively remove all her clothing and fuck her till they both swoon with pleasurable overload (and that she can’t wait), and we know that he knows that she knows that afterwards he will progressively remove all her clothing and fuck her till they both swoon with pleasurable overload (and that she can’t wait),  but as that’s what both of them want, and it’s what I want, and in particular it’s what  you want, then everybody  is happy!

Now it seems to me that this post might be unfairly geared more towards the men out there,  featuring as it  does a good number sexy young girls for them  to lust over, so let me address that situation and direct myself at the girls for a moment .  It’s quite possible that the man in your  life might read this and then quietly take himself off for a lengthy  lie down with his  imagination full of beautiful thoughts (I don’t have to spell it out!) Watch out for the signs and then go and surprise him at that delicious point of no return and watch him squirm with embarrassment.

Now it’s up to you to decide what punishment you  might chose to impose!