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and there's flogging in it.
Why, yes. There is.

But Ornella Muti looks so good in spandex that we pass over that, flutteringly, like those occasional springtime waves of sexual angst that flit over all of us, sometimes bonking us in the head.

I mean, they disorient or drown like everybody. My head feels smacked, anyway.
 
Why, yes. There is.

But Ornella Muti looks so good in spandex that we pass over that, flutteringly, like those occasional springtime waves of sexual angst that flit over all of us, sometimes bonking us in the head.

I mean, they disorient or drown like everybody. My head feels smacked, anyway.

Such a hot scene. RAWR.

And I reeeally dug that the restraints ont he tables were hands.
 
*wanders in dressed in black, wearing a cowboy hat*

Just stopped by for a minute. I'm not usually here this late.



Why, yes. There is.

But Ornella Muti looks so good in spandex that we pass over that, flutteringly, like those occasional springtime waves of sexual angst that flit over all of us, sometimes bonking us in the head.

I mean, they disorient or drown like everybody. My head feels smacked, anyway.

ahem. well, it is spring, after all. 5000 years ago the Chinese were already aware of what that does to men. And women. and, well, everything.

I know I'm up to my hips in it at the moment, anyway.

duh! Its Queen! whats not to like :D

or is my age showing again :eek:

It's a fine age. And hey, I know some distinct youngsters that can still appreciate Queen.


Such a hot scene. RAWR.

And I reeeally dug that the restraints ont he tables were hands.

Oh indeed. That was a great touch, and one I definitely noticed.

Let us not forget also the image of Flash stripped to his little leather shorts and manacled in a dungeon, arms above his head, being visited by Dale...

some of you may not appreciate that as much as I do, but golly, that was a sticky scene for me.

I'm selective. :D A favourite - She's Leaving Home

One of my favorites as well. Lovely.

*fills thermos with espresso, slides out for the evening*

'night, all. Sweet dreams.
 
Oh indeed. That was a great touch, and one I definitely noticed.

Let us not forget also the image of Flash stripped to his little leather shorts and manacled in a dungeon, arms above his head, being visited by Dale...

some of you may not appreciate that as much as I do, but golly, that was a sticky scene for me.

Hell, I don't swing in that direction and I thought it was a hot scene. Then again, Melody Anderson. C'mon. Dayum. The things I would do to that gal...
 
Hell, I don't swing in that direction and I thought it was a hot scene. Then again, Melody Anderson. C'mon. Dayum. The things I would do to that gal...

Indeed. Hey there. I'm at home and the connection is frustratingly slow, but I'm all nuts and just happen to still be awake.

I have this recurrent frustration dream. It involves being almost about to have sex with someone and having it sabotaged, over and over. Someone walks in, there's this thing we have to do first, whatever.

Very rarely do these dreams feature anyone I know personally, or even anyone I can identify. But last night's was a doozie. it was... get ready... Stephen Colbert. Now after you stop laughing, make sure you feel sympathy for me. I frickin love smart men. The goddamn dream went on all fucking night, and was incredibly vivid. Christ I was pissed off when I woke up this morning. I've been cranky all day.

Hence the short flight onto lit. We have to have the technological equivalent of a Busby Berkely dance number out here to get me successfully on line, which I why I don't bother. Well, that and the fact that I probably wouldn't sleep much.

Any minute the computer will freeze up anyway, and I'll be off again til tomorrow. But it is indeed nice to be able to hang around the bistro late at night, when it's all dark like this, and see what's shakin', and have a quiet little cup of joe before bed.
 
omg that is so fucking hot!

Phew Annie! A cold shower a double scotch and a lie-down. Then another shower. :D

Do you really think so? I mean I never actually got down to descriptive body parts it's mostly using your own imagination

Well, okay. Now you get subjected to Love Me Do.

I dunno. For some people, this is like thumbscrews. For others, comfort food.

Age matters.

I wonder what happened to Pete Best it's enough to make him bitter for life missing out on all that

Indeed. Hey there. I'm at home and the connection is frustratingly slow, but I'm all nuts and just happen to still be awake.

I have this recurrent frustration dream. It involves being almost about to have sex with someone and having it sabotaged, over and over. Someone walks in, there's this thing we have to do first, whatever.

Very rarely do these dreams feature anyone I know personally, or even anyone I can identify. But last night's was a doozie. it was... get ready... Stephen Colbert. Now after you stop laughing, make sure you feel sympathy for me. I frickin love smart men. The goddamn dream went on all fucking night, and was incredibly vivid. Christ I was pissed off when I woke up this morning. I've been cranky all day.

Hence the short flight onto lit. We have to have the technological equivalent of a Busby Berkely dance number out here to get me successfully on line, which I why I don't bother. Well, that and the fact that I probably wouldn't sleep much.

Any minute the computer will freeze up anyway, and I'll be off again til tomorrow. But it is indeed nice to be able to hang around the bistro late at night, when it's all dark like this, and see what's shakin', and have a quiet little cup of joe before bed.

Well hello there nice to see someone around when I am ... perhaps you can give me a few tips errrm I seem to have 'switched' with a couple of 'friends'!
 
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I'm just a little homesick, so here as a treat to me I share with you what the world looks like in my hometown this time of year
 
sits in corner giggling and blushing after posting very naughty poem with subject matter I havem't seen in poems here before although there probably is ....... and wonders how many people will cotton on *giggle*
 
*Wanders in, picks up the remote and turns on the Mariners game on the flat screen over the bar. Hey. Griffey hits another home run.

Finds some Beecher's Flagship in the fridge, and slices some onto a plate. Adds grapes and almonds as well.

Takes out a bottle of pinot grigio from the cellar, pulls the cork, and pours a glass.

Mutes the sound on the television and pops Glenn Gould into the CD player:And somehow something slips away his angst on the economy, his age, attractiveness, and hair.*


"It's baseball season," he, happy, sighs.

"And music's like a lullabye."
 
*sighs and wishes, yet again, that she found baseball less of a bore.*

(because many of my favourite people love it.)
 
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