Limits
I was quite experienced as a nude model by now and I knew what my, self imposed, limits were. As far as any magazine was concerned there were also limits, even in those liberated days. Anything involving a cock and a vagina was ok but if one was engaged in the other this was not easy to get published and I was not that keen anyway. There was a seedy private market for all sorts of things but that was not my scene either.
Having done a few shoots where my vagina was just penetrated (point of entry) as we called them and having seen some published I was not that keen to do too many more and if I am honest I do not think that I really trusted myself not to allow the occasional rampant cock to penetrate further that was desirable. My husband did do a shoot with me and that is the only time that I really let things act out normally, for obvious reasons.
Marcel understood my view and the next shoot was to be in what was a safe place. On the beach where nudity was normal and rampant cocks were frowned upon, even if they were, from time to time in evidence. I loved posing on the beach and was never happier than when laying around naked in full view of anyone who passed bye.
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