Dear reader, I’ll admit to enjoying f_____g partially clothed; It gives me the sensation that I’m in the middle of an impulsive act, that life has been interrupted… maybe it’s the reminder that I’m a homo sapiens with a superficial need for attire. Sometimes, there is a sensual advantage; I often like to pinch my nipples through a layer of gossamer cloth; there is a nice additional pull of resistance. Sometimes I like to watch my bon ami’s c____ plunge in below the hem of a blouse, as if we were executing a quickie in the middle of the Parc Monceau.
It is all caprice. In other times I’ll run through the house in a complete state of Edenic purity, my thoughts focused on innocence and freedom, skin exposed for its own poetic sake.
I do not blush. Neither should you.
XO
[this is good] Very nice photo and writing!
Posted by: Lucy | 08/05/2009 at 07:39 AM
Lucy,
Thank you so much for taking the time to digest my questionable musings and images. I'm never sure if anyone stops to check them out-- thanks for the kind bulletin from the outside world...
Best wishes,
Syl
Posted by: Sylvia Lowry | 08/05/2009 at 05:10 PM