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Looking back,
Pictures of Emm
Here’s another picture of Emma how she was (and still is to me) and oh, the memories it evokes. Hours spent alone in the darkroom, nursing a throbbing, often painful erection. I certainly wouldn’t want to go back to the inconvenience of pre-digital days, but there was something magical about watching images of Emma gradually appear on a piece of plain white paper in the developing dish. It made my self-imposed exile worth it. The photographs themselves were relatively tame by today’s standards, but I had the thrill of knowing that everything on show was mine for the asking. Besides which, if Emma was in the mood, I always tried to include some more explicit shots. Go here to see what I mean - but only if you want to. It was these images which would inevitably make me come - sometimes with no manual effort on my part. Look Emma. No Hands!
Here’s another picture of Emma how she was (and still is to me) and oh, the memories it evokes. Hours spent alone in the darkroom, nursing a throbbing, often painful erection. I certainly wouldn’t want to go back to the inconvenience of pre-digital days, but there was something magical about watching images of Emma gradually appear on a piece of plain white paper in the developing dish. It made my self-imposed exile worth it. The photographs themselves were relatively tame by today’s standards, but I had the thrill of knowing that everything on show was mine for the asking. Besides which, if Emma was in the mood, I always tried to include some more explicit shots. Go here to see what I mean - but only if you want to. It was these images which would inevitably make me come - sometimes with no manual effort on my part. Look Emma. No Hands!
