Booty, Boobs and Pussy


Getting in the mood for Valentine’s Day, we slowly exit our hibernation. Can’t expose Doris to chilly indoor air and even less to the frigid frost outdoors. So I dig through the archives to find a set of pictures we shot exactly on February 14th four years ago.

The theming focuses on three aspects: ass, boobs and pussy. According to our teamwork process, I select the images and first present them to Doris for approval, before processing them.

As I know her, the booty and booby themed pics are granted an easy pass, only if she doesn’t like a particular position, because of some social phantoms or imaginary prejudices.

From time to time I try my luck showing her a pussy pic for approval.

“NOOO! NO! No! …and NO!”

Well, I know, resistance is futile. But this time I gamble with this:

happy valentines - day cougar bunny - red top bare booty

…And this one:

valentines day - cougar bunny red top black stockings

I present her only the two above, after processing them (see the pink writing on her ass). Surprise! She approves the naked ass and shows reluctance to the one with underwear. “It’s obscene” — she says. “It’s undies” — I return a whisper. “It’s indecent, too open” — she continues. “It’s undies” — I whisper harder but not louder. “Okay” — she resumes and heads to the kitchen, baking strudel with oats seeds filler.

“I’ll take that as a YES!” — I test my courage.

“Don’t count on it, yet” — she flings over the shoulder. And I shut up (this the best strategy: don’t be defensive!).

Giving her the time, I start processing the booby pics for another blog she wrote (and will be published this weekend).

When she takes a pause (strudel in the oven) I ask her how comes that she approves an image with her bare ass on display but hesitates on another with her undies — well… thinly laced enough undies to let her wonderful clit raise above the observational field.

She thinks and answers: “All booties are alike, but not all pussies.”

Well, not sure about the former statement, but won’t argument. And I ask her back: “Is this because they tortured your pussy with all those terrible doctor-cold-instruments when birthing?” She reflects and replies: “You have a point here.” This means we’re working out on the pussy posing. Bear with me… and a Happy Valentine’s Day!

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