is this you right now?
OK, so yes: she’s got cute glasses, an adorable cardigan and great underwear and stockings, and I know that neither of us would say no to an afternoon in bed with her. But is that an Iron & Wine LP she’s about to put on? Who listens to Iron & Wine in sexy underwear, and what does that say about their emotional stability?
…records
And by the way, I agree with you completely about the girl you posted a few photos down, the girl with the gorgeous high-waisted underwear. She is so sexy. THEY are so sexy! Can we get you some?
While we’re on the topic of shopping, I’d also like it if we could get you these exact underwear and stockings. I love the bows. Why do they turn me on? I don’t know. I also love the cut of the underwear and how it’s the perfect kind of sheer, and you can just barely see her pussy through them, just enough to make me wonder what it would be like to slowly rub my cock up and down her panties, then have you pull them to the side and take me in your hand and guide me between her lips.
Oh, I wish you were here.
I think it’s amazing and so un-status quo of us that I’m the one usually fantasizing about fucking you with another guy and you’re the one who prefers we share our bed with another girl. And when you post a photo like the one you did below, and I know you’re getting turned on thinking about me fucking you from behind while you’re between the legs of a beautiful girl, it makes me insane and my cock gets so hard it almost hurts. Especially when the photo in question involves such stupidly hot people. So here they are again! I hope you had an incredible orgasm.
Sometimes I think it’s weird how much fashion gets me going sexually. I mean, this girl is clearly a babe. But I also really like her underwear.
And so many of my fantasies are like that. I’m sitting around in my stylish underwear, or my cute dress falls open, or the wind blows it up just enough.
Maybe this is something I could write a paper about for Women’s Studies 101. Maybe about female sexuality a consumable good, packaged and sold back to us.
Or I could just lie here with my dress unbuttoned a bit too far and watch the fabric fall off my leg to reveal my thigh and feel sexy. And when I feel sexy I want to have sex.
When I get home can we put the record player on the floor and can you be the DJ and can your dress always come undone?
Um, and this babe too. She’s so hot! And so are her tights. Which reminds me: I’m sorry if I’ve ever made fun of your own immense collection of tights. Because you know what? I love them all. I love girls in tights of all kinds. I love the thought you, topless in tights, on your stomach, and me sliding my hand slowly up the backs of your legs. I’m hard again.
I woke up and found your beautiful posts waiting for me. Thank you for making me look at that babe. Now you: look at THIS babe!
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Brunette standing in front of a hotel window = automatic reblog.
Well. Would you take a look at this babe?
I just woke up with a bit of a hangover and way, way, way too early for a Saturday morning. I want to get up because I want to move us into our new home, go to the farmer’s market, buy lavender, buy an expensive coffee. These are worthwhile Saturday pursuits. But instead I’m lying here in bed (it’s only 8 after all) wishing that you were here so I could throw my sore hangover legs over your body and burrow into your chest and smell your skin smells. Then we could kiss the backs of each others knees and eat grilled cheese in the buff, and make a game of clearing away each other’s crumbs. I think that would also be a worthwhile Saturday morning pursuit.
But you’re not here. So probably I’ll masturbate, drink a glass of water and then go buy some soy lattes and organic produce or whatever.
I love you.
