To be honest: when Priscilla is here, there aren't many reasons to get dressed. Firstly, I want to take photos of her all the time anyway, secondly, I can't get enough of seeing her and everything about her naked and finally: what's the point of clothes at all when it's warm and pleasant?
And so we sometimes sit here, chatting about heaven knows what - as we only see each other relatively rarely (in my opinion: far too rarely), there's always a lot to talk about.
So there she sits opposite me, naked and beautiful, and I think: why do you have your legs crossed so that I can't see what you've got there? Priscilla is neither obtuse nor does she object to my voyeuristic desires - quite the opposite...
Well, that's how (also) this time started, what then led to a big series that has to be reserved exclusively for my special-level patrons.
But how it started, I can show in the few photos I took before it started in a mini-series to my Motivation-level patrons: for what follows, the imagination (or the Special-level) remains.
Here is one of the photos.