In the event anyone is still interested...

I lied. The refrigerator guy got the wrong part and had to rescheduled and this one came out cool.

Yes, of course it's a popsicle.

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Buckaroo Banzai.. lol. Been forever since I thought of that. Thank you for the smile.

The quaint perks of growing old together.


While the previous bath pics were exceptional the rare glimpse of insight through observations like yours are insightful.

Scary, at time, but I'm glad you appreciate it. :kiss:

I'm very interested to hear of your Tedx topic.

God created ice cream and the blues. Its the Irish that invented / perfected whiskey

https://img.thewhiskyexchange.com/900/irish_red3.jpg

It was, ironically, about redefining success on personal rather than societal terms. So, the Irish trump God, is what you're saying (and I'm not disagreeing)?

Yes Yes Yes to the above! A fellow litster commented to me yesterday about why I don't see myself as he does (as sexy, I suppose). You hit it on the head! Old wounds from years ago. Thank you for posting! I think you are fabulous!

Thank you beautiful lady!!!! It always, for some reasons, is more meaningful coming from an XX than an XY. :rose:

The pinwheel can be used in many interesting .... spots, and give all kind of different sensations depending on how much pressure is applied when used.

Oh I would love to spend time with you in a hotel room, naked, frolicking in bed while enjoying great wine!

Great wine, too???!!! Now, I'm sold!! :kiss:

The ice man cometh, but not in a good way. Glad to see you're sucking it up. :rolleyes:

Har har har!!!!! cometh --- sucking it up --- very clever, Wilderness. :D

Love the colors too

Thanks. They looked even more vibrant on my phone.
 
I think self-confidence, or lack there of, is the common denominator hear on the threads. You never felt you fit in. I always felt like that solid color piece of puzzle. It must contribute to something right? But it took alot of work, patience and time to find out where. Unfortunately, the piece has yet to be layed, many other pieces needed. Guess what I'm saying is, it's not solely a woman thing, it's a human thing. Takes many pieces to complete a puzzle.

But isn't always enjoyable when you find where that little shit goes!!!
 
Actually


It was, ironically, about redefining success on personal rather than societal terms. So, the Irish trump God, is what you're saying (and I'm not disagreeing)?

To be precise, God did invent whiskey. He do so so the Irish wouldn't rule the world

Please tell me why Gunhild Carling is on Tedx talk and you aren't?

On the other hand, I do enjoy Ed Neumeister
 
Wow, DreamWriter... I must say that I can hardly think of a better compliment than to tell me you'd enjoy simply spending time with me. In the land of tits and ass, that is a wonderful sentiment. I'm sure it would be a most enjoyable and delightful meal. :kiss:

Then again... what's wrong with my tits and ass that you just want to take me to dinner. ;)


Ah but therein lies the twist Katherine ... I also said "enjoy your company for just a few hours" which would hopefully involve appreciation of your wonderful female form including those really rather attractive assets you possess - So yes, tits and ass would be dessert :devil:

And reading your later posts, as a mere XY I have to say you are perfect as you are with all your perceived imperfections"

Looking forward to enjoying time with you in that hotel room in the coming weeks ;)
 
Would you like for me to come and fix your fridge? I can show up, have the wrong part, and stare at your beauty like anyone else.:rose:
 
I lied. The refrigerator guy got the wrong part and had to rescheduled and this one came out cool.

Yes, of course it's a popsicle.

This is a great picture and an excellent example of eroticism at its very best. Nicely done. :rose:
 
Here's what I think about as I'm trying to fall asleep...

What will it be like when we meet for the first time? Will it be at the hotel bar, a lounge some where?

What will I wear? What will you wear? I usually think of myself in a semi-casual dress or skirt and wrap top. A skirt that slides up easily and a top that can open as much as I want to reveal as much as I feel comfortable showing. I'd wear lace panties and a push-up bra. Unless, of course, you requested otherwise.

You would have on dress slacks and a white button down, open collar.

Who would be there first? Would I be waiting for you at a table or at the bar? If I was at the bar, would I be alone or would someone be flirting with me? If you walked in and saw someone flirting with me, how would you respond? Would you sit to the other side of me and simply order your drink? Or, would you make a show of claiming my attention?

If I arrived after you, would you greet me with an embrace? Kiss-kiss on the cheeks? Would your eyes scan my body in an obvious fashion, undressing me at first sight? Would you pull a chair out for me? Order a gin and tonic for me? Hold my hand on the table-top?

Once we were seated alone together, where would the conversation lead? Work? Kids? Airline hassles? How long would it take before I felt your hand on my thigh? How long would it take before it moved? Would you keep it there as the waiter brought me another drink or would you withdraw it?

At what point would you kiss me with passion? How would you react to my adopting a more demure stance as I warmed up to the situation? Would my uncharacteristic shyness turn you off or would you find it endearing?

Would you take my hand in yours and place it on your crotch? Do you want me to know how you've responded, or would you rather surprise me? Hold bold would you be?

This is the delightful hell my mind puts my body through most nights. It plays out differently each time. So many possible permutations. All of them enticing.

Happy Friday, sexy friends.
:kiss:
K
 
Here's what I think about as I'm trying to fall asleep...

What will it be like when we meet for the first time? Will it be at the hotel bar, a lounge some where?

What will I wear? What will you wear? I usually think of myself in a semi-casual dress or skirt and wrap top. A skirt that slides up easily and a top that can open as much as I want to reveal as much as I feel comfortable showing. I'd wear lace panties and a push-up bra. Unless, of course, you requested otherwise.

You would have on dress slacks and a white button down, open collar.

Who would be there first? Would I be waiting for you at a table or at the bar? If I was at the bar, would I be alone or would someone be flirting with me? If you walked in and saw someone flirting with me, how would you respond? Would you sit to the other side of me and simply order your drink? Or, would you make a show of claiming my attention?

If I arrived after you, would you greet me with an embrace? Kiss-kiss on the cheeks? Would your eyes scan my body in an obvious fashion, undressing me at first sight? Would you pull a chair out for me? Order a gin and tonic for me? Hold my hand on the table-top?

Once we were seated alone together, where would the conversation lead? Work? Kids? Airline hassles? How long would it take before I felt your hand on my thigh? How long would it take before it moved? Would you keep it there as the waiter brought me another drink or would you withdraw it?

At what point would you kiss me with passion? How would you react to my adopting a more demure stance as I warmed up to the situation? Would my uncharacteristic shyness turn you off or would you find it endearing?

Would you take my hand in yours and place it on your crotch? Do you want me to know how you've responded, or would you rather surprise me? Hold bold would you be?

This is the delightful hell my mind puts my body through most nights. It plays out differently each time. So many possible permutations. All of them enticing.

Happy Friday, sexy friends.
:kiss:
K

These are the kind of prompts that can help someone write a lovely scene. :heart:
 
Here's what I think about as I'm trying to fall asleep...

What will it be like when we meet for the first time? Will it be at the hotel bar, a lounge some where?

What will I wear? What will you wear? I usually think of myself in a semi-casual dress or skirt and wrap top. A skirt that slides up easily and a top that can open as much as I want to reveal as much as I feel comfortable showing. I'd wear lace panties and a push-up bra. Unless, of course, you requested otherwise.

You would have on dress slacks and a white button down, open collar.

Who would be there first? Would I be waiting for you at a table or at the bar? If I was at the bar, would I be alone or would someone be flirting with me? If you walked in and saw someone flirting with me, how would you respond? Would you sit to the other side of me and simply order your drink? Or, would you make a show of claiming my attention?

If I arrived after you, would you greet me with an embrace? Kiss-kiss on the cheeks? Would your eyes scan my body in an obvious fashion, undressing me at first sight? Would you pull a chair out for me? Order a gin and tonic for me? Hold my hand on the table-top?

Once we were seated alone together, where would the conversation lead? Work? Kids? Airline hassles? How long would it take before I felt your hand on my thigh? How long would it take before it moved? Would you keep it there as the waiter brought me another drink or would you withdraw it?

At what point would you kiss me with passion? How would you react to my adopting a more demure stance as I warmed up to the situation? Would my uncharacteristic shyness turn you off or would you find it endearing?

Would you take my hand in yours and place it on your crotch? Do you want me to know how you've responded, or would you rather surprise me? Hold bold would you be?

This is the delightful hell my mind puts my body through most nights. It plays out differently each time. So many possible permutations. All of them enticing.

Happy Friday, sexy friends.
:kiss:
K

have any pics in that outfit?? blouse open a bit, ok, a LOT....
 
So long as my warranty covers your visit, I'm game!!!! :D


To adapt a quote from Tommy Boy,

Tommy: Chicken wings! Let's think about this for a sec, Ted, why would somebody put a warranty on a box? Hmmm, very interesting.

Ted Nelson: Go on, I'm listening.

Tommy: Here's the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy warranty on a box 'cause he wants you to fell all warm and toasty inside.

Ted Nelson: Yeah, makes a man feel good.

Tommy: 'Course it does. Why shouldn't it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Warranty Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?

Ted Nelson: What's your point?

Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn't a crazy glue sniffer? "Building model airplanes" says the little fairy, well, we're not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that's all it takes. The next thing you know, there's money missing off the dresser and your daughter's knocked up, I seen it a hundred times.

Ted Nelson: But why do they put a warranty on the box?

Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a warrantied piece of shit. That's all it is, isn't it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it warrantied, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer's sake, for your daughter's sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.
 
To adapt a quote from Tommy Boy,

Tommy: Chicken wings! Let's think about this for a sec, Ted, why would somebody put a warranty on a box? Hmmm, very interesting.

Ted Nelson: Go on, I'm listening.

Tommy: Here's the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy warranty on a box 'cause he wants you to fell all warm and toasty inside.

Ted Nelson: Yeah, makes a man feel good.

Tommy: 'Course it does. Why shouldn't it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Warranty Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?

Ted Nelson: What's your point?

Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn't a crazy glue sniffer? "Building model airplanes" says the little fairy, well, we're not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that's all it takes. The next thing you know, there's money missing off the dresser and your daughter's knocked up, I seen it a hundred times.

Ted Nelson: But why do they put a warranty on the box?

Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a warrantied piece of shit. That's all it is, isn't it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it warrantied, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer's sake, for your daughter's sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.


So, are you coming by or not? ;)
 
Very difficult when your mind will not rest! Wonder how you ever drift off to sleep.
 
As some of you know, I'm pretty much a suburban girl. But... I LOVE growing my own food. We didn't do a garden this year, because I decided to dig it all up and start over.

We have a separate section with blackberries, though. I don't particularly care for blackberries, but it never fails to thrill me to go out and pick them. I'd make a great migrant farm worker (if I could do so in 70-degree weather without back pain). Anyway, when I went off to college, I had never grown anything or even touched a farm animal outside of a petting zoo. Then, I started dating a guy whose grandmother lived nearby. She had a large garden and farm and used to let me dig up potatoes and pick tomatoes and other stuff. I even got to pet a cow. It was such a kick for me. I'm sure she thought I was a little ridiculous. But, I think it's half the reason I stayed with that guy.

I also took a very lovely nature walk today. Tomorrow I leave bright and early to take the kid to camp.

I hope you're all having a perfectly lovely weekend,
:kiss:
K


p.s. For you pervy people who like sweaty workout pics. First a gif, then a pic

http://makeagif.com/gif/-j0TIKD

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As some of you know, I'm pretty much a suburban girl. But... I LOVE growing my own food. We didn't do a garden this year, because I decided to dig it all up and start over.

We have a separate section with blackberries, though. I don't particularly care for blackberries, but it never fails to thrill me to go out and pick them. I'd make a great migrant farm worker (if I could do so in 70-degree weather without back pain). Anyway, when I went off to college, I had never grown anything or even touched a farm animal outside of a petting zoo. Then, I started dating a guy whose grandmother lived nearby. She had a large garden and farm and used to let me dig up potatoes and pick tomatoes and other stuff. I even got to pet a cow. It was such a kick for me. I'm sure she thought I was a little ridiculous. But, I think it's half the reason I stayed with that guy.

I also took a very lovely nature walk today. Tomorrow I leave bright and early to take the kid to camp.

I hope you're all having a perfectly lovely weekend,
:kiss:
K


p.s. For you pervy people who like sweaty workout pics. First a gif, then a pic

http://makeagif.com/gif/-j0TIKD

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I would love to workout with you.
As a matter of fact, that is probably the only way you could get me to workout.
Can we work something out and plan a workout together? XO
Although I often get a workout after looking at your fabulous pictures.
 
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