At first glance you might think this isn’t quite so naughty, but I would beg to differ.
The suggestion is sublime. Stocking tops revealed, the soft skin of the inner thigh barely visible, offering more than a suggestion of what lies a hair’s breath above.
Of what is she so blissfully dreaming as she rests her head on the brass frame of her mussed bed. Has He just left? Or is what we perceive as sheets in disarray, a thick, engulfing bedspread and she is waiting impatiently for Him to arrive?
Whatever her thoughts, her dark fantasies, her wild flights of decadent desire, it is presented here in a way that makes us wonder, and wish, and smile.
