Shades of Gray

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At first glance, a sculpted renaissance beauty in marbel of gray named @Locket44 we do see. The darkend navel nearly centered, alligning the gaze. Her hand of left fondly affixed to her hip, justifying her pose of a raised leg on the right. As the eyes wander up and across the smoothed gray velvet hue of her figure, they stop in adoration of her proportionatly curved bosom. A sample of her nipple she let's on, teasing the viewer and knowing she has won.
 
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Nobody needs to see the face

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Gray coloring suits this distress. A well known figure named @Harthacnut bows his head. His face he doesn't want us to see. But his body gives him away. Arms directing our eyes towards that he hides. Hair atop, a defining feature. Tied back here but long enough to obscure. Nose pointed down, reinforcing his dismay. A man here wanting and needing, a man's conflicted emotions on display.
 
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What is this that we see? I fine beauty named @C_S_B A porcelain doll she is not, but lying in an enameled tub, smooth as one could be. She wants our eyes to gaze upon her, playfully desiring to be seen. The gray tones light up her radiant skin, the darker shadows and curves perfectly accentuating her figure. She attempts to conceal, that which is hers. But purposfully expoes just enough. With the visit upon her breasts obscured, the eyes quickly trace her lines until in view a tongue not normally seen. Recently wetted, she plays with the gazer's mental senses, her tongue indicating intent. Then we suddenly meet her straight on. She has seen what our eyes have done. She looks at us back, with the same enjoyed expression thats on our face.
 
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Our eyes are ablaze at this stunning beauty with the name of @PhoenixV Reclining on her side like the Venus she knows she is. The first thing we see is a little bow, tied neat and of silk. Bold lines race across her curved chest, teasing the viewer, fully obscuring the flesh that is under. Denied a feast, our eyes head back to the bow, the sharp tails directing our gaze below. Down to the smokey shadows guided by dark and bold desires funneled on both sides. Again, our eyes are denied so they wonder around. Noticing her long draped hair, perfectly smooth and dark. A mark upon the skin shyly makes an appearance. Finally we have but a morsel to enjoy. The cleavage many melt into, arousal peeked and then destroyed.
 
Standing before us, a beautiful @Locket44 in magnificent gray tones. These white and blacks occupy the voids we did not know we had. At first the brighter white of a silky milk torso grabs our attention. A dimple of a navel pressed in so precise. Our eyes fight our desires to go up or to go down, finding it hard to take her all in. We make our decision and land upon her chest. Darkened supportive lace holding her tight. A perfect set, we hope we dont lose sight. From the brightness of the top of her chest we follow down her arm. A hand so limp, but knowing it could be firm and cause us some harm. Fingers to touch with, fingers to play. We must continue, we must not delay. Crossing over her thighs, a treat that could hold. Then finally a core so magnificent covered in black floral, making or minds do something not so moral. Wishing we could be feasting, our eyes do devour. Over and over we can't help but travel, probably for more than an hour. Her frame so perfect, a delight to unwrap. Eventually this beauty we must leave for now. A memory of a journey deepened by intrigue and what we can only remember saying is "wow".
 

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