By Lynn Paula Russell
Russell writes of her trip of sexual self-awareness and her discovery of enjoyment via soreness and submission with candor and style.
Fine draftsmanship and an innate experience of layout and composition are regularly found in Russell's paintings. She lays naked the realm of corporal punishment because the woman backside is spanked in a number of ways.
Also contains a small selection of "bodyscapes"--full-color, very sensual landscapes. 25 colour, a hundred and ten b&w photos, plus, erotic strip cartoons and picture brief tales (some formerly released in France). A sensual excitement from hide to hide.
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The boy sat with his thin arms around his pointy knees, his oversized boots slightly pigeon-toed. He studiously ignored her girlish invasion into his manly brood, of course. Melody seemed not to care. She simply snuggled into his side and began to talk to Gordy Ann. The wad of knotted cravat that was the doll was beginning to look pretty dire. Colin wondered idly if he would ever be able to pry it out of her hands long enough to wash it. Or perhaps boil it. Then he realized that Evan‟s gray gaze was fixed upon him.
Melody had wanted to follow the boy, but Pru had settled her by the fire with her little rag doll and a spoon and told her to feed the baby. Meanwhile, Pru ate slowly, savoring every delicious bite, knowing that even if she ate until her belly sat in her lap, she wouldn‟t want to stop. She was fed and warm. Heaven. Only the crisp footsteps of her employer could have brought her from her gluttonous reverie. He appeared before her attired in a crisp green surcoat and perfectly tied cravat. His eyes, however, looked rather more worn.
Lambert‟s manly bearing perfectly—straight in the seat, shoulders square, hands on knees. Pru stifled her smile at once, but Evan must have realized what she was looking at, for he slumped back in the seat with his arms crossed resentfully. Mr. Lambert hadn‟t noticed, of course. Pru couldn‟t resist letting her gaze slide curiously over him, her lashes lowered. There was something about him that didn‟t quite fit. He was no peacock—in fact, she found his attire a bit mature and somber, considering that he was young and handsome.