Self-objectification

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I was commenting on the beautiful shots you posted. I didn't have a good nickname for you, so I just called you something that popped into my head.

Well I liked it, but now I would like a beer. Care to join me?

I seem to remember that you were panting heavily and looking into my eyes, lustily. That's where we were. You had your rather perfect breasts right under my eyes.

Yummmmmmmmmy!! :devil:

Wow..that's not at all what I remember. Panting heavily, after you've flattened me, really? tehe ;)
 
Well I liked it, but now I would like a beer. Care to join me?



Wow..that's not at all what I remember. Panting heavily, after you've flattened me, really? tehe ;)

There you go, making me feel "rapey" again!! I haven't taught female self defence classes to feel rapey! I demand you apologise with some kissing of my neck please... ;)
 
There you go, making me feel "rapey" again!! I haven't taught female self defence classes to feel rapey! I demand you apologise with some kissing of my neck please... ;)

You're a smidge far away but I can blow them in your direction! :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:
 
lol since they're hypothetical and coming at you from across the Atlantic...yes.

Well, I enjoyed them... any more?

Here's just a start for you... :kiss::kiss::kiss: :p:p:p :kiss::kiss: :caning:

Just read ur story from PH by the way... I'm nursing quite the swelling right now.
 
Dammit, I was hoping to see you nude, and hopping around with bunny ears on!
 
My request: The answer lies in my signature.

My birthday: According to my clock, you have 8 more hours!

xoxo

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Blast..now I have to turn signatures on.. one second!

I've been good, getting re-balanced after a crazy month of work, time to relax and have some fun for awhile!

*sigh* I'll be able to do that for a few days innnn 1.5 months. Woo!

Dammit, I was hoping to see you nude, and hopping around with bunny ears on!

Ha...you first darling :)

Good morning :rose:

And a good morning to you as well!! :kiss:
 
Hint # 2: It is the swirly foot pic, which links to my bare foot thread, which is what my request is: Some artistic images of your bare feet, tops and bottoms. I know... my interests are so pedestrian. (That was, btw, an intentional pun.)
 
Hint # 2: It is the swirly foot pic, which links to my bare foot thread, which is what my request is: Some artistic images of your bare feet, tops and bottoms. I know... my interests are so pedestrian. (That was, btw, an intentional pun.)

Would you like the post here, or on your thread?
 
An experiment in expression.

Lying there next to you, watching your sleeping form as you dream...Even in your stillness you are always moving, coming and going, pausing and stopping just long enough for my lips to brush your cheek before you move on to the next dream. Whispering “I love you” to your warm skin, your soft hair, your shoulder, your forehead, your full lower lip. Easing the words against your skin, your soul, so that your waking self won’t find them completely foreign. I do this because I’m scared; I’m scared of hurting you, of you hurting me, of you seeing my faults, of you thinking I’m seeing your faults when I’m only seeing your beauty. And I want to kiss you every time you smile, every time your fingers slide against mine and squeeze, when you say you’re hungry, when you can’t decide which shirt to wear, when you think the waiter is cute, when you eat something delicious, when you mention God, when you sing for me and the highway. I’ve been trying to memorize how your body moves against mine, how you press your lips together when you’re holding on to the edge of something beautiful...

I’m no pacifist, if I could’ve I would’ve killed time. Stopped it dead in it’s tracks but it moves too quickly, it escapes to the corners of your mind and calls itself the past.


(For clarification, the photos I posted with this entry are not of me. I just like how they fit with my words.)
 
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You express yourself in such a beautiful manner, and the pictures just add to the experience :kiss:
 
An experiment in expression.

Lying there next to you, watching your sleeping form as you dream...Even in your stillness you are always moving, coming and going, pausing and stopping just long enough for my lips to brush your cheek before you move on to the next dream. Whispering “I love you” to your warm skin, your soft hair, your shoulder, your forehead, your full lower lip. Easing the words against your skin, your soul, so that your waking self won’t find them completely foreign. I do this because I’m scared; I’m scared of hurting you, of you hurting me, of you seeing my faults, of you thinking I’m seeing your faults when I’m only seeing your beauty. And I want to kiss you every time you smile, every time your fingers slide against mine and squeeze, when you say you’re hungry, when you can’t decide which shirt to wear, when you think the waiter is cute, when you eat something delicious, when you mention God, when you sing for me and the highway. I’ve been trying to memorize how your body moves against mine, how you press your lips together when you’re holding on to the edge of something beautiful...

I’m no pacifist, if I could’ve I would’ve killed time. Stopped it dead in it’s tracks but it moves too quickly, it escapes to the corners of your mind and calls itself the past.

WOW!!!
 
Your words are the expression of a soul far beyond your years, sweetie. Wonderful. :kiss:

The pictures are well done, and yes, they do add to the experience. ;)

:rose:
 
Love your words and they way they draw you in to the story. Fantastic photos as well!
 
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