A Passing Interest - Redux

[TANSTAAFL58]

Her version of the song is the only one I can listen to.

I hope he does... but I have been a bit naughty, so I'll understand if he decides to leave a lump of coal instead.

Thanks for always having something to say, Tans, even when the pics aren't great.



*smirks*
Maybe other women are made of sugar and spice... I'm more like hot sauce, honey, and whiskey. Lol

...there are people who don't eat bacon?! It's a rare treat just as fried food is... So the answer is not regularly. .

We're talking about bacon on an Am pics thread....

Being on the naughty list just means more interesting presents (ref: previous pic) That could include a lump of some kind .

Hot sauce, honey and whiskey? Sounds good.

Someone recently posted on the "Turn me on in one sentence" thread (I think it was BCC) "I am cooking thick cut bacon". THAT may be the sexiest written thing I've seen on this site.

PS., nothing wrong with the pics. The style is in keeping with the subject: a quick snap of a brief moment of Holiday fun.

 

[blade_rocknut]

Eh, shouldn't that involve bacon or something fried then?

Hey, we don't fry *everything*.

Biscuits are baked....therefore, they must be the health conscious alternative to cornbread. Cuz proper cornbread is indeed fried.

Off to fry bacon and eggs...

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Yeah, but we're talking about your bacon bits.

*smirks*

My bacon bits bring all the boys to the yard...

Eh, it doesn't have the same ring to it.

Being on the naughty list just means more interesting presents (ref: previous pic) That could include a lump of some kind .

Hot sauce, honey and whiskey? Sounds good.

Someone recently posted on the "Turn me on in one sentence" thread (I think it was BCC) "I am cooking thick cut bacon". THAT may be the sexiest written thing I've seen on this site.

PS., nothing wrong with the pics. The style is in keeping with the subject: a quick snap of a brief moment of Holiday fun.

*smirks*

Eh, perhaps. Your enjoyment depends upon your tolerance for pain as well as sweet.

Thick cut bacon is so tasty...and so much better when baked.

Brief moments to take them is all I have anymore. I miss being able to take my time, play with the light, and concoct scenarios to go with each.

Hey, we don't fry *everything*.

Biscuits are baked....therefore, they must be the health conscious alternative to cornbread. Cuz proper cornbread is indeed fried.

Off to fry bacon and eggs...

Every southern food is either fried or slow cooked somehow.

I thought fried cornbread was referred to as hoe cakes? Real cornbread is baked in a cast iron pan that's older than Papaw.

*tags along to steal a few bites*

 

[Willingtoshare]

Oh...that’s some sexy light show going on!!

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Oh...that’s some sexy light show going on!!

Thank you, hon. It screams 70's holiday porn to me- just needs a bit of theme music and bam.. the workman barges in the door to trim my tree.

 

[CleverCowardice]

*blushes a vibrant shade of pomegranate red*

There is, a rather long one that would take some time fulfill. And if I sit on your lap, I'll forget myself and barely make it to number five. That just won't do... A compromise then, since you're so fond of them... I'll sit on your lap and whisper my current desire. Afterwards, you can take this handy USB back to the North Pole for review. Feel free to pop by whenever you want to start striking items from the list.

Back to the topic at hand, do you have any thin leather straps on the sleigh, Santa?

Christmas Eve is still a little ways off, so I've got time. I mean, when you say it'll take "some time" to fulfill...are we talking weeks? If that's the case, perhaps the USB drive should stay here and, instead, I'll just take you back to the North Pole, where I can attend to your list 364 days a year. That really would be easiest. Otherwise, there's gonna be a lot of dead reindeer piling up from all those trips back and forth.

I'm certain there are leather straps about. I'll use my belt, if need be. (Truth be told, I was going to find a need to use it on you anyway.)

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Christmas Eve is still a little ways off, so I've got time. I mean, when you say it'll take "some time" to fulfill...are we talking weeks? If that's the case, perhaps the USB drive should stay here and, instead, I'll just take you back to the North Pole, where I can attend to your list 364 days a year. That really would be easiest. Otherwise, there's gonna be a lot of dead reindeer piling up from all those trips back and forth.

I'm certain there are leather straps about. I'll use my belt, if need be. (Truth be told, I was going to find a need to use it on you anyway.)

Oh, Santa! That's the perfect idea! My list isn't quite 364 desires long, but I'm sure new ones would surface after the first few are fulfilled. But.. I have to ask, where will Mrs. Claus be staying? I don't want to cause trouble at the happiest place on Earth. Or...maybe she could help with the list...

I do love the way you think. Oh! Maybe a strap with sleigh bells? That way it's festive.

 

[CleverCowardice]

Oh, Santa! That's the perfect idea! My list isn't quite 364 desires long, but I'm sure new ones would surface after the first few are fulfilled. But.. I have to ask, where will Mrs. Claus be staying? I don't want to cause trouble at the happiest place on Earth. Or...maybe she could help with the list...

I do love the way you think. Oh! Maybe a strap with sleigh bells? That way it's festive.

Why would you cause trouble? Wait. You don't think Mrs. Claus is my wife, do you? Man, that old bitch is my mom! She stays with me because she's getting up there in years and it's important to me that she's close by, because I love her and want to look after her. Family is everything. Everyone just seems to think I'm her husband because I went prematurely bald and gray.

Now, regarding your question as to where she'll be staying, I'll just roll her in a couple cans of soup and some bottled water and lock her in her room whenever we're gettin' our nasty on. She'll be fine. I'll just tell her we're at war again and the Nazis are coming so she needs to keep quiet. We won't hear a peep out of her.

Actually, I was thinking those nipple clamps you requested could have jingle bells on them...

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Why would you cause trouble? Wait. You don't think Mrs. Claus is my wife, do you? Man, that old bitch is my mom! She stays with me because she's getting up there in years and it's important to me that she's close by, because I love her and want to look after her. Family is everything. Everyone just seems to think I'm her husband because I went prematurely bald and gray.

Now, regarding your question as to where she'll be staying, I'll just roll her in a couple cans of soup and some bottled water and lock her in her room whenever we're gettin' our nasty on. She'll be fine. I'll just tell her we're at war again and the Nazis are coming so she needs to keep quiet. We won't hear a peep out of her.

Actually, I was thinking those nipple clamps you requested could have jingle bells on them...

Whew! That's a relief! You're such a duitiful son, it's an attractive quality to go with your rosy cheeks and calloused hands. And premature balding is fine and dandy as long as there's salt 'n pepper fur elsewhere (preferably not in your ears or nose.) Just a suggestion, but why not have the elves sound proof her room? I'd hate to worry her with some of the foul things I might scream.

You won't believe this, but that actually came up in a different conversation yesterday. Jingle bell and mistletoe nipple clamps, a bright red collar, and "gold" chain to connect the set together. I should quit my day job to design kink accessories for a living.

 

[planetbeat_]

Santa Baby as sung by the incredible Eartha Kitt

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be also good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight

Dear Santa,
I have far less exspensive tastes than those in the song... a dress, a pearl necklace, nipple clamps, and a collar would tickle me pink. If it helps, I'll wait up for you...
Love,
JaF

( On a funny sidenote, there was a short in the light string and I got a small shock.. )

My Christmas wish would be for you to come decorate my tree.......and those little shocks can be so stimulating in the right spots

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

My Christmas wish would be for you to come decorate my tree.......and those little shocks can be so stimulating in the right spots

I'm not exactly a fan shocks. Several run- in's with electric fences and grabbing a 15amp line at work has clouded any possible pleasureI could have from it.

As for trimming your tree.... you got it, Captain Planet. Let me find my elf hat....

 

[WerdNerd]

Santa Baby as sung by the incredible Eartha Kitt

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be also good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight

Dear Santa,
I have far less exspensive tastes than those in the song... a dress, a pearl necklace, nipple clamps, and a collar would tickle me pink. If it helps, I'll wait up for you...
Love,
JaF

( On a funny sidenote, there was a short in the light string and I got a small shock.. )

I am a licensed electrician so I better give you a thorough inspection. For safety sake.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

 

[CleverCowardice]

If I were the type to make a photo request thread, that's exactly the sort of image I would hope to find posted.

Bravissimo.

 

[Tallsockguy]

Santa Baby as sung by the incredible Eartha Kitt

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be also good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight

Dear Santa,
I have far less exspensive tastes than those in the song... a dress, a pearl necklace, nipple clamps, and a collar would tickle me pink. If it helps, I'll wait up for you...
Love,
JaF

( On a funny sidenote, there was a short in the light string and I got a small shock.. )

I have clearly been writing my Christmas letters all wrong. Thank you for showing me the error in my ways. This is a tradition I can get behind!!!

 

[Tallsockguy]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

Apparently I write with way too many clothes on. You do it so much better and a hell of a lot sexier than I ever imagined. Looking absolutely perfect.

 

[Todger65]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2086521&stc=1&d=1575230992

Time to dream in the moonlight and recharge your batteries.

 

[CanadianM]

Loved your Christmas Lights pics... certainly got me in the "festive" mood!!

 

[Mr_bogey]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

sexy words to match a very sexy woman. Bravo.

 

[blade_rocknut]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

Gazing upon your creamy alabaster flesh is causing me to reevaluate my professed adoration of sun kissed bronze skin tones.
Worry not about the fire. I'll tend that...wouldn't want those forward facing indicators of arousal to get *too* hard.

 

[HonorableRogue]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

I've heard of writer's block JAF but not writer's cock block. Sorry. Be careful with the cold. Too much and you might turn some already blue parts bluer!

Sounds like you need something from the Energizer Bunny for your rabbit. Or will you go for the butterfly? I hope you find it before Easter in the spring!

Cheers

 

[Cthulhu1138]

I love that sexy body of yours and those fantastic, luscious red lips my dear

 

[Tyreal123]

The way you create a scene and a story with each of your pictures is wonderful to behold- you really set the mood for the pictures you are sharing, and then your body just gives that knockout punch, that makes my pants uncomfortably tight

Thank you for being you, and hope you keep on doing it!

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

I am a licensed electrician so I better give you a thorough inspection. For safety sake.

Mhrm... Show me your guild card then.. .

If I were the type to make a photo request thread, that's exactly the sort of image I would hope to find posted.

Bravissimo.

I'm flattered, thank you, Santa (yep, you're stuck with that as a nickname for now.) Should you ever find yourself with the taste of whiskey on your tongue and a fickle muse urging you to create such a thread, message me instead. I'll try to placate her as best I can to save you from yourself, it's what friends do, right?

I have clearly been writing my Christmas letters all wrong. Thank you for showing me the error in my ways. This is a tradition I can get behind!!!

Apparently I write with way too many clothes on. You do it so much better and a hell of a lot sexier than I ever imagined. Looking absolutely perfect.

You may want to try addressing your letters to Mrs. Claus if you plan to attach photos to your letter. Just saying..

Less clothing means less restriction of bloodflow to the brain which allows for better thinking..or so I've been told. As for the perfect part, I'm flawed as hell, hon.. but thank you kindly.

Time to dream in the moonlight and recharge your batteries.

If only the moon were out tonight, snow has started to fall. And there's not enough time for a true recharge.

Loved your Christmas Lights pics... certainly got me in the "festive" mood!!

Hah! Well, thank you. I had hoped to bring some Christmas cheer to folks along with a laugh or two.

sexy words to match a very sexy woman. Bravo.

Thank you.

Gazing upon your creamy alabaster flesh is causing me to reevaluate my professed adoration of sun kissed bronze skin tones.
Worry not about the fire. I'll tend that...wouldn't want those forward facing indicators of arousal to get *too* hard.

I'm still sporting a bit of a farmers tan. Take a peek in a few weeks if you want to see me truly pale. . Oh! Was that cupid striking my heart with his accursed arrow? A person who helps with chores?! I'll give you a diagram of the woodpile, you'll need it. *bites* My turkey timers thank you for your hardwork.

I've heard of writer's block JAF but not writer's cock block. Sorry. Be careful with the cold. Too much and you might turn some already blue parts bluer!

Sounds like you need something from the Energizer Bunny for your rabbit. Or will you go for the butterfly? I hope you find it before Easter in the spring!

Cheers

You goofball! Blame Father Time for blocking any attempts to put things to right. He's in league with my muse snd personal demons, I swear...
Have you been sneaking through my toy chest...again?! That's it, I'm getting an alarm system. Five times is far too many to be accidental this time. Perv.

I love that sexy body of yours and those fantastic, luscious red lips my dear

Thank you, hon. Mulberry is the color of the lipstick though it looks more neutral on my lips than in the tube. It rarely comes off so it's perfect to wear while I think and worry at my pen.

The way you create a scene and a story with each of your pictures is wonderful to behold- you really set the mood for the pictures you are sharing, and then your body just gives that knockout punch, that makes my pants uncomfortably tight

Thank you for being you, and hope you keep on doing it!

. Welcome to my thread, hon! And thank you for such a kind and warm first post. I try to post thought provoking words snd photos... silly, sad, crazy, passionate, etc. In the end, it's the viewer who tells the tale.
And I have to apologize, I took a sleeping pill earlier and am fading fast.

 

[planetbeat_]

Dear Diary,

I've attempted this entry at least a half dozen times now. My train of thought keeps derailing into the erotic. Gentle lovemaking melding into rough, scenarios full of leather, teeth, and pain... it's all appealing right now. There's not enough private time for me to properly take charge of the situation and set these needs to rest. Even the subtle brush of wool and the jingle of my sweater zipper is enough to set my body to smoldering. I've neglected the fireplace in hope of the cold house putting a damper on my combustion. It's failing miserably...in fact, it's made things worse.

I need time to myself, dearest diary. Time and batteries.

Oh you had me at leather and the jingle of the sweater zipper........hope the batteries were fully charged