I have had an 'itch' that needed scratching all day. Finally thought to hell with it, I am going home to do something about it. Didn't take long, no romantic prelude to that one.
Indeed a short life. Knickers on the bathroom floor probably attest to what will happen.
I won't die wondering. That might get worked into an obituary
Three days of a beautiful Japanese wedding. A lovely occasion and the smiles all round spoke enough about the happiness of all.
It's not my event to post too much about so I will leave that to the bride. I kind of have to put a couple of things up, as it is a Lit caused event after all. On the periphery of the events, here are a few photos from around the place without giving up any faces.
Nothing was given away on the days about how it all came about. I did get the opportunity to wear something a little flimsy under my dress on one of the days. Well, most of the days.
The opportunity to wear something nice should always be taken.
Three days of a beautiful Japanese wedding.
Nothing was given away on the days about how it all came about. I did get the opportunity to wear something a little flimsy under my dress on one of the days. Well, most of the days.
I have had an 'itch' that needed scratching all day. Finally thought to hell with it, I am going home to do something about it. Didn't take long, no romantic prelude to that one.
I don't mind a bit of movement. I don't lock them up into straight jacket proportions unless I am running. I'm not big enough to knock myself out, but enough to know better. Reminds me that I still wanted to make a Benny Hill/Monty Python running topless vid with boobs everywhere. Maybe post Christmas topless trampolining.Bloody hell!! This picture has my mind in turmoil; the innocence of the white lace, the natural curve of your boobs. In my mind I can imagine the jiggle of succulent flesh as you move around showing off your assets wrapped in enticing lingerie.
Ah but you can imagine. The mind can fill in the blanks.Nice. Maybe we can see just how well u like to put it to use one of these days.
I have had an 'itch' that needed scratching all day. Finally thought to hell with it, I am going home to do something about it. Didn't take long, no romantic prelude to that one.
I have had an 'itch' that needed scratching all day. Finally thought to hell with it, I am going home to do something about it. Didn't take long, no romantic prelude to that one.
I have fun. Sometimes I push it a bit, other times just a glimpse. Sometimes the come back to it an hour later and see if you really want to send it rule wins out and things get consigned to the reject folder.That does look like a creamy delite!!! Must say.. you post some amazing pics!!! Triggers the wildest of imaginations
Thank you.
Ah but some things can only be experienced thru the senses to get the full effect. I have a feeling this is one of those things that must be experienced thru sight & audio.
Thats it! I'm moving over there.A beach morning with a couple of girlfriends before it gets a bit crazy over the next few days.
By tradition over here, Santa arrives in a surf boat in his red board shorts and singlet top, hops on a sled dragged by six white boomers (kangaroos) and completes his southern run before getting into his winter gear. So keeping an eye out for Santa...
A beach morning with a couple of girlfriends before it gets a bit crazy over the next few days.
By tradition over here, Santa arrives in a surf boat in his red board shorts and singlet top, hops on a sled dragged by six white boomers (kangaroos) and completes his southern run before getting into his winter gear. So keeping an eye out for Santa...
Oh that beach. I have to go one day. Its so empty.A beach morning with a couple of girlfriends before it gets a bit crazy over the next few days.
By tradition over here, Santa arrives in a surf boat in his red board shorts and singlet top, hops on a sled dragged by six white boomers (kangaroos) and completes his southern run before getting into his winter gear. So keeping an eye out for Santa...
What's that expression....'sometimes life's a beach' ....if that's true then life is beautiful as is the flotsam that we Lit-based beachcomers come across. Have a happy oneA beach morning with a couple of girlfriends before it gets a bit crazy over the next few days.
By tradition over here, Santa arrives in a surf boat in his red board shorts and singlet top, hops on a sled dragged by six white boomers (kangaroos) and completes his southern run before getting into his winter gear. So keeping an eye out for Santa...
A beach morning with a couple of girlfriends before it gets a bit crazy over the next few days.
By tradition over here, Santa arrives in a surf boat in his red board shorts and singlet top, hops on a sled dragged by six white boomers (kangaroos) and completes his southern run before getting into his winter gear. So keeping an eye out for Santa...
It's not a bad place. It has its moments.
He might. The others are the cheeky ones.
Maybe, but who doesn't notice Santa?With you lying there like that, I don’t think anyone will even notice Santa
Beautiful pic
Not quite, but the angle was so that no one else would be in the photo.
Indeed, sometimes life is a beach. You have to go for a walk and see what you might come acrossWhat's that expression....'sometimes life's a beach' ....if that's true then life is beautiful as is the flotsam that we Lit-based beachcomers come across. Have a happy one
It is a large one, it came with the sun shade.
He might stay down south. Keep an eye out to see if he is about at midnight or later towards dawn, that will tell you.
Hubby played the surf club Santa a few times and came in to shore. On those occaisions I am absolutely sure that Santa didn't make it out of the city.
It's an interesting dynamic, summer and holiday season all together. Summer's are long though, 6 months or more depending on which end of the place you are in. Certainly we are happily on the beach and swimming through sometime in May. It would be like having Christmas at the end of July in the US I guess, so you would have to think how you might do things differently.
The subject doesn't stress me. The repeat function can get to me, but trust me, she is consistent. Could be cheese, my boobs, or construction noise. If no resolution, bring it up again. But hey, it's Christmas I'm charitable. He will get stuck into her before my buttons are fully pushed.
