Portrait of a Lady.

coy_one

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A long time ago, in a place far away......

I used to post.
 
I believe I remember you. In any case, you're still hot.
 
I believe I remember you. In any case, you're still hot.

I have spent the last year at the gym - not only doing my yoga (did a series on naked yoga poses), but learned pilates, and strength training. I'm in much better shape. ;)
 
Amazingly sexy, I have a weakness for girls with glasses. You clearly have a very hot body as well, not to mention a very pretty face. Yum.
 
So many beautiful women, such slow internet.. What is a man to do?
 
Oh, and I have a brain. Tease me, with your wits and you'll receive a challenging response.
 
Oh I know the words to this one...

Yes, yes, I remember. You came and you gave, without taking...but...I sent you away? No, that doesn't seem right.
But yes - you did kiss me and stopped me from shaking.
And I need you todayyyyy.
<ahem>
Lame.
Joke.
Sorry.
=tt
 
Oh, and I have a brain. Tease me, with your wits and you'll receive a challenging response.

I have one of those as well, and thanks for the lovely picture of your very sexy bathing suit. Not sure what's going to earn me a challenging response, nor what that response will be, but I'm interested. Now if I can only think of something that's both teasing and witty...
 
Yes, yes, I remember. You came and you gave, without taking...but...I sent you away? No, that doesn't seem right.
But yes - you did kiss me and stopped me from shaking.
And I need you todayyyyy.
<ahem>
Lame.
Joke.
Sorry.
=tt

Hey, I think that's not bad, certainly better than mine. If I were her I would give you the promised "challenging response".
 
Though I think the challenging response might be the expression on your face in this one. I love that. Somewhere between "come and get me", and "you had better be good".

PS - can I get 2nd place for most prolific poster?

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Yes, yes, I remember. You came and you gave, without taking...but...I sent you away? No, that doesn't seem right.
But yes - you did kiss me and stopped me from shaking.
And I need you todayyyyy.
<ahem>
Lame.
Joke.
Sorry.
=tt

Don't even get me started on "how Barry Manilow ruined my life...." ;)

I may not smile much.... I just have such a lovely litte pout that I do love.
 
hmmm a cute woman getting frisky I love it..... really like the shot of you naked on the bed with your tatoo very sexy pose.... feel free to show more
 
Oh, and I have a brain. Tease me, with your wits and you'll receive a challenging response.

I'm afraid my wits fail me at the moment. But you did name-drop Henry James in the thread title and that's why I clicked. So I'm digging your brain.
 
Don't even get me started on "how Barry Manilow ruined my life...." ;)

I may not smile much.... I just have such a lovely litte pout that I do love.

It went something like this:
You were riding your bike one afternoon when Barry Manilow's limo pulled up next to you and he yelled from the window, "I need your bike! Please! The fate of mankind depends on you!" Scared but a little thrilled, you hopped off the bike and held it while he got out of the limo and adjusted his white tux. Then he gave you $5 and sped off on the bike - you can't remember, but you're pretty sure he was crying as he did. The limo driver got out, shaking his head, and walked to the trunk, from which he removed a radio transmitter about the size of a shoe box. Without acknowledging you he spoke into the microphone: "This is Jaybird, over. Repeat, this is Jaybird, over." Something crackled from the speaker, and he continued, "looks like The Twist is on again. Big Mac is loose, he's got some girl's bike. Please advise." He waited, then the static-y voice sputtered from the speaker again. You still couldn't understand what it said. The driver spoke again. "Roger. I'll contact you after the eclipse - be sure the PersonaDroid doesn't kill his family." With that he hung up the mic, turned off the set, put it back in the trunk and turned to you. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mandy," you replied. He shook his head again. "It never ends, does it Mandy? The whole world...everything just bends one way or the other, then it bends back, but it never finds the center, does it? Everything is teetering, and we've all become so used to it that we perceive that teetering as stability, as normalcy. But you know, don't you, Mandy? Now you know it's not stable, it never will be, and it's our responsibility to run circles around that precarious balance, working all our lives to be sure nothing ever bends too much that it finally snaps, but knowing that if it ever did, we'd be powerless. You and me, Mandy. We know." With that he got back in the limo, started the engine, and drove away. And that same afternoon you enrolled in a pottery class at the adult education center. And you never saw your bike again.

Am I close?
 
It went something like this:
You were riding your bike one afternoon when Barry Manilow's limo pulled up next to you and he yelled from the window, "I need your bike! Please! The fate of mankind depends on you!" Scared but a little thrilled, you hopped off the bike and held it while he got out of the limo and adjusted his white tux. Then he gave you $5 and sped off on the bike - you can't remember, but you're pretty sure he was crying as he did. The limo driver got out, shaking his head, and walked to the trunk, from which he removed a radio transmitter about the size of a shoe box. Without acknowledging you he spoke into the microphone: "This is Jaybird, over. Repeat, this is Jaybird, over." Something crackled from the speaker, and he continued, "looks like The Twist is on again. Big Mac is loose, he's got some girl's bike. Please advise." He waited, then the static-y voice sputtered from the speaker again. You still couldn't understand what it said. The driver spoke again. "Roger. I'll contact you after the eclipse - be sure the PersonaDroid doesn't kill his family." With that he hung up the mic, turned off the set, put it back in the trunk and turned to you. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mandy," you replied. He shook his head again. "It never ends, does it Mandy? The whole world...everything just bends one way or the other, then it bends back, but it never finds the center, does it? Everything is teetering, and we've all become so used to it that we perceive that teetering as stability, as normalcy. But you know, don't you, Mandy? Now you know it's not stable, it never will be, and it's our responsibility to run circles around that precarious balance, working all our lives to be sure nothing ever bends too much that it finally snaps, but knowing that if it ever did, we'd be powerless. You and me, Mandy. We know." With that he got back in the limo, started the engine, and drove away. And that same afternoon you enrolled in a pottery class at the adult education center. And you never saw your bike again.

Am I close?

I almost fell out of my chair reading that....lol.
 
It went something like this:
You were riding your bike one afternoon when Barry Manilow's limo pulled up next to you and he yelled from the window, "I need your bike! Please! The fate of mankind depends on you!" Scared but a little thrilled, you hopped off the bike and held it while he got out of the limo and adjusted his white tux. Then he gave you $5 and sped off on the bike - you can't remember, but you're pretty sure he was crying as he did. The limo driver got out, shaking his head, and walked to the trunk, from which he removed a radio transmitter about the size of a shoe box. Without acknowledging you he spoke into the microphone: "This is Jaybird, over. Repeat, this is Jaybird, over." Something crackled from the speaker, and he continued, "looks like The Twist is on again. Big Mac is loose, he's got some girl's bike. Please advise." He waited, then the static-y voice sputtered from the speaker again. You still couldn't understand what it said. The driver spoke again. "Roger. I'll contact you after the eclipse - be sure the PersonaDroid doesn't kill his family." With that he hung up the mic, turned off the set, put it back in the trunk and turned to you. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mandy," you replied. He shook his head again. "It never ends, does it Mandy? The whole world...everything just bends one way or the other, then it bends back, but it never finds the center, does it? Everything is teetering, and we've all become so used to it that we perceive that teetering as stability, as normalcy. But you know, don't you, Mandy? Now you know it's not stable, it never will be, and it's our responsibility to run circles around that precarious balance, working all our lives to be sure nothing ever bends too much that it finally snaps, but knowing that if it ever did, we'd be powerless. You and me, Mandy. We know." With that he got back in the limo, started the engine, and drove away. And that same afternoon you enrolled in a pottery class at the adult education center. And you never saw your bike again.

Am I close?


It's more along the lines of, I can't go fucking anywhere without someone wanting to bellow out the tune of "Mandy".
Bars, work.... you name it, I can't get away from it.

So, here she is.... "Mandy". ;)
 
It's more along the lines of, I can't go fucking anywhere without someone wanting to bellow out the tune of "Mandy".
Bars, work.... you name it, I can't get away from it.

So, here she is.... "Mandy". ;)

Well Im proud of you for owning it - no "Amanda" to cover things up, no unnatural pseudonym like "Angel" or "Candy," no way. Mandy it is, world, get used to it.
This one goes out to Mandy and Prudence, Rita and Jolene, Sally and Jenny, Aja and Rikki, and all the other pop music icon girls.
<long karaoke rendition of "Three Times A Lady">
Thank you.
But think about the fate of that poor child named "Brickhouse" - not all stories have a happy ending.
 
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