Oh, hell.. why not.

hell.. these were left on the camera.
 

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I'm dumb. :eek:

arggggh.


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why wont this one work :mad:
 

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I second that WOW....

and yes I can use those thank you....but now I have to do something to cool off....:rolleyes: :p
 
This is an awesome picture .... in every sense of the word. :kiss:
 

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Re: Wow

Originally posted by botticelliangel
let me just say WOW! i didnt really know where you were going with the chain pics when you first started them but theyve grown on me.

:kiss:


just my limited creativity at work.. I liked the color of the chain and the idea. Plus I didn't like the butch-aggressive men in bondage thing, so I figured I'd do my own thang . :D

Thanks.
 
between the ink... the sexy body... and the chains.... I think I'm in love.... :kiss:
 
Originally posted by SpiritKitty
This is an awesome picture .... in every sense of the word. :kiss:

I'm gonna have you start posting my pictures from now on.. they get more downloads when YOU do it..
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Originally posted by Wynter Bliss
I agree! That picture is incredible... I love it!

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You know you're gonna spoil me.. I can't handle much more of that av.. its devastating...
 
Originally posted by OhSoSinful
between the ink... the sexy body... and the chains.... I think I'm in love.... :kiss:


*blush*

thank ya.. you make an old jarhead feel good :kiss:
 
Originally posted by Thunderbear
I'm gonna have you start posting my pictures from now on.. they get more downloads when YOU do it..
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Oh, anytime .... handsome .... but Wynter added her stamp of approval too :D

Hey, when two women think a picture is great, you know others are going to want to see it too .... ;)
 
Originally posted by Lucid Delusions
Mmmm, TB, you definately have a way of keeping my interest! I love your ink, the chains, the slow teasing, your sexy body....but I really want to see what lies beneath that lucky pair of silver shorts!

Oh gawd, you're building up quite the animalistic passion here, sweetie.

Please post more pics soon, before I go completely crazy with desire!


:kiss: , Lucid

hmm.. how did I miss this one?

to see what's beneath, you'll have to stick around.. I might get to that in this thread one day ;)
 
Thunderbear said:
*blush*

thank ya.. you make an old jarhead feel good :kiss:

Aww... shucks... I do what I can to encourage really hot men to post more pics of their lusciousness for viewing pleasure...
 
hmm.. a less than 10% post-to-view ratio, must remedy that one day...



















I should stop viewing my thread so often :eek:
 
I don't blame you for wanting to look at your own hotness Thunderbear! I know I can't help but look! :kiss:
 
Originally posted by botticelliangel
I don't blame you for wanting to look at your own hotness Thunderbear! I know I can't help but look! :kiss:

Oh, god, is that what you think? That would make me as shallow as a soup spoon :p

I look at the pictures and try to think how they'd look in better light, lower light.. with a better subject ..etc

I thank you for the compliment though.. I seem to be blushing often :eek:
 
I hadn't wanted this thread to degenerate into conversation or just a hangout, since so many creative threads around here do, but I will make an exception and post this. I wrote it a few months back, and came across it again tonight. And considering I'm once again in that distressingly familiar melancholy mood, I'll burden you all with it.

It may or may not be apparent what the angst is in it.. let me know if you understand what happened..

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The tear slipped slowly down the hard, tanned angles of his face, slowing to push past the rough stubble on his cheek. Large brown eyes looked past everything at nothing, as another fell, infinitely slowly. His worn shoulders shook silently as a solitary sob racked him. His eyes closed again, as a fresh set slid downward.

She worked, unaware of his pain, his memory entering her mind less often than it had in the past. She looked at the ring on her finger, occasionally conscious of the choice she had made. A difficult one, certainly. One that had consequences she would never know. Having to choose between the convenient familiarity of a rocky five year relationship, verse the new, uncertainness of another year long incredible love... a weighty decision. She walked back to the heat and clamor of the kitchen, blissfully unaware of his pain.

He watched her, grateful for the sunglasses that hid both the tears, and the pain nakedly evident in his gaze. Another silent sob, another brace of tears. His stomach tightened, another racking sob, and he scrubbed the stubble on his cheeks, removing the tracks of the tears. He stood, long limbs unfolding from the chair, shorts sliding down to cover the tattoos that still occasionally drew stares. Folding the paper, he walked away, admirably steady for the pain he was slowly growing used to.

A white hat caught her gaze and she stared at the familiar form underneath it. Tall and slender, she remembered each part as it looked, the one night they had made love before he shipped off for the desert. She remembered his hands, his lips on her, the way only he kissed, that took her breath away. His arms around her, the hugs that held her so tight. More than anything, his eyes, the huge brown pools that she could sink into. The way they could surround her with warmth, or just unconditional acceptance. What he said about her that still misted her eyes.. how she was perfect just the way she was. She drew a breath to call his name, when the now distant figure seemed to shake its head. Suddenly the ring on her finger seemed impossibly heavy...

He felt her eyes on him, and he shook his head to clear away fresh tears as he walked on, heart bleeding from a thousand wounds..
 
...and then the sound recedes, and I'm alone with an oppressive silence. Raw wounds still bleed me.. She cuts me with a memory, so real and vivid I can catch her scent on the air. Happy people laughing and talking move around me, silent and ephemeral. There is no longer a reality for they and I, it is merely I .. and my memories. Music fades, leaving a silence so vast it is a landscape all its own. Colors wash out, lights dim, and darkness invades, and with it my demons. They laugh behind my vacant eyes, piling up my insecurities, rifling through my innermost thoughts with gleeful abandon. I bleed pain, weep anguish, and sweat yearning...
 
up from the inevitable slide of doom to page 13!!
 

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ignore the filename, they're not the same pictures as were already posted..
 

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