Oh, hell.. why not.

'Fraid it doesn't work through the internet, love. Involves a lot of sucking your lips between mine, tracing their outline with my tongue, and suitable other creative use of the tongue. -smirks-

Yeah..well..um...whew...that's working for me..*swoons:kiss:
 
The promise of boy butt.


Nicely delivered, well worth the visit.
 
...and one more, trying to redo an old av.

digicam127.jpg

One of my favourites
redo or not
 
Fantastic pics!!

Very well done, I totally enjoyed looking at all of them.

Sad that I missed a few as well.

Thank you for an enjoying evening.

:rose:
 
Fantastic pics!!

Very well done, I totally enjoyed looking at all of them.

Sad that I missed a few as well.

Thank you for an enjoying evening.

:rose:

Thank -you- . I don't think you missed anything, but one or two. Most of them all made it in attachment form.

just peeking in b/c he is just a wonderful person

:kiss::rose:

Says a wonderful person herself. Few more days of that av and I might be a Giants fan. As it is.. I just have a giant something.. -grins-

The promise of boy butt.


Nicely delivered, well worth the visit.

Don't be a stranger, then, lovely lily.. there might be more one day :kiss:

One of my favourites
redo or not

I don't know if that one turned out as well as the first, but I like the beard in it. Thank you.
 
Says a wonderful person herself. Few more days of that av and I might be a Giants fan. As it is.. I just have a giant something.. -grins-

Now, that would an nice AV, I'm sure! LOL... :kiss:

Actually, just your profile pic is tantalizing...
 
My idea box is empty.. I'm needing some inspiration. Nothing recent has turned out well.

hmmm ... inspiration ...

i'd like to see you tangled in sheets. i've never been able to master that shot. i really need a tripod.

i'd also like to see you, or parts of you, coated in brown sugar. yup. you heard me. kinda like when you go to the beach and after lying around, you get up to run into the water and all those beautuful grains of sand stick to your body.

i know. i'm a big goof. :rolleyes:
 
hmmm ... inspiration ...

i'd like to see you tangled in sheets. i've never been able to master that shot. i really need a tripod.

i'd also like to see you, or parts of you, coated in brown sugar. yup. you heard me. kinda like when you go to the beach and after lying around, you get up to run into the water and all those beautuful grains of sand stick to your body.

i know. i'm a big goof. :rolleyes:

Sheets I can do..

.. umm, I cook with the brown sugar, so I might have to replace the sugar with sand, ok?
 
His hands...

They are tanned, finely formed, and deceptively soft. Until you turn them over or catch them in the right light. Old scars crisscross the fingers, newer ones cover the winding veins on the back of them. Turn them over and you can see the punishment he inflicts on them, on himself, while working out. The pads of each finger are calloused and torn, skin shredded from pulling, pulling, endlessly pulling himself up on the wooden beam, until his arms shake and fail, and his fingers cramp into torn claws. Then they push against the bench, pushing, pushing, until his triceps scream and fade. He clamps them on the bench as he crunches, over and over, until the punishment is too much for them, and he can barely sit up. Then it's time to don the gear and finish, curling broken flesh, hiding the pain inside a fist, as he runs, endless self punishment...

024.jpg
 
But why does he do it? Does the physical pain drive the pain from behind his eyes? Does it drive the pain from his heart? Does it help?
 
Back
Top