Milla - Serendipity

All Models Depicted Are 18+ She can also be a real pain in the...knee...at times.

Milla was looking at some of the fantasy style images I had done, keeping me company while I struggled with getting everything back up to speed after a few hardware changes and a new master studio PC.

"So pretty!"

"Thank you, Milla."

"Are you going to do more?"

"Well, when the portal to the world the Elf girls live in that I keep in a lunch box on the bottom shelf of the fridge that can only be opened at exactly three minutes past midnight on a full moon but only when a certain rare flower is in bloom or when I take the pink and white pills, whichever comes first, I might."

"I think you have already taken those pills."

"I certainly have! Toot!"

"Silly. I would like to do an image like that!"

"I'm sure we can put it into the schedule at some point."

"Can we do it now?"

"Not now, I kind of have my hands full."

"Please? The weather is perfect!"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaassseee!?"

"Milla, I have a billion things to do! My knee is killing me, I have to back up a lot of work, I need to....don't look at me like that...then I ne...don't touch me like that either...I...Milla Abigail Laurent! Please sto....oh for heavens sake! Ok!"

"Yay!"

Within minutes I was being dragged by my...arm, yes...my arm...down to the back of the property where our outdoor fantasy set was.

I sat myself down on a large rock, my knee was indeed killing me, while Milla began to pick out an outfit from the nearby wardrobe room we built down there.

"What should I dress in?"

"Anything you want, Milla. This was your plan after all. Just don't overdress!"

"Hee hee. I will find something nice that shows my best bits."

Granted she was already gallivanting about stark naked and all her best bits were already burned into my memory she soon picked out a very sheer and loose item and a couple of accessories.

"Can you help me put this leg thing on?"

"Sure, come over here, I'm not getting back up now I am sitting down."

"Oh is your knee really that sore? I'm sorry!!!"

"It's ok, my dear, the current view is distracting me from the pain. Put your foot up beside me...yep...now hold right there, this bit is tricky."
"OH! Naughty boy!"

"Whoops. Finger slipped."

"OH! Ooooo!"

"Very uncooperative finger today"

"Hee hee."

"There ya go"

"Thank you!"

"Trust me, my pleasure."

Milla, now dressed...in a sort of a fashion...walked over to where we had set up some large stone columns. These were made by a local stonemason on commission and were not cheap so it was good to get a bit more use out of them.

"Ok, now get down on the ground so I don't have to stand up and look pretty for me."

"Like this?"

"Yup, now lift your leg...no the other one...no point in picking something revealing if you are not going to reveal anything...that's right, bit more...good lord that is an amazing sight."

"You are very rude today!"

"Naked Redheads do that to me."

"Good thing there are lots of us here!"

"All part of my cunning plan."

"I am not sure I would make much of a Disney Princess like this."

"You obviously have not heard of Rule 34."

"What rule?"

"I'll give you a thorough education when we go back up to the house."

"Ok!"

"Now shoosh and hold still."

We stayed down the back for a while before Milla helped me limp back up to the office. I fired up my private laptop and proceeded to show Milla what exactly Rule 34 meant.

"Oh! Anything?"

"Pretty much. Now if we are done, I need to finish these backups"

"I have another idea!"

"No, Milla, please I got to get back to wor....Milla...what...hands off plEeeeEeeEeeEEEeee..."

Turns out some things are done perfectly well with a sore knee...

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Did I happen to mention my knee is sore? Can barely stand up today. Be glad to see if this surgeon will do something about it next month.

Meanwhile, been quite a while since Milla appeared solo here, the last couple I have done I've not been happy with enough to post them, so into the 'Private Collection' or the 'Maybe one day but probably unlikely revisit' folders they go, though one of those might end up on my Slushe page with a couple 'additional props' added, if you get my meaning. This one was borderline as well.

Probably just as long since I wrote more that 3 or 4 drug addled words to go with an image. But with the leg pretty much preventing everything else, bar some gaming a bit later, I thought I'd give it a shot. Turned out rather wordy in the end.