ARE YOU READY TO PAR-TAY?
Tequila!
Lime!
Whip cream...
Pringles?
Dude, this chick is ready to party.
Tequila!
Lime!
Whip cream...
Pringles?
Dude, this chick is ready to party.
YOUNG AND IN MUD
Oh to be young again. In love, in summer. In the mud...
Oh to be young again. In love, in summer. In the mud...
ROCK CLIMBERS
They climbed to the top and made love. It made them feel alive. Their bodies sore and sweaty from the climb. Emotions raw from fear and tension from the challenge of the climb.
Then naked, feeling the wind on bare skin, feeling the sensation of sex and then climax. It was primitive. It was perfect.
Sex in bed felt good, but nothing--nothing--like this.
They climbed to the top and made love. It made them feel alive. Their bodies sore and sweaty from the climb. Emotions raw from fear and tension from the challenge of the climb.
Then naked, feeling the wind on bare skin, feeling the sensation of sex and then climax. It was primitive. It was perfect.
Sex in bed felt good, but nothing--nothing--like this.
SNORKELING AND SKINNY DIPPING
One of the prettiest images I have seen of skinny dipping. How beautiful to be in nature this way.
One of the prettiest images I have seen of skinny dipping. How beautiful to be in nature this way.
HER FAVORITE BATHROOM TOY
In college, I went with a girlfriend back home to see her family on break. Although we were essentially living together in the the dorms on campus, we slept in separate rooms. The only place we could steal a little privacy was in the bathroom, when we could both go in to brush teeth. As soon as we shut the door, we went at it. There was a real thrill to sneaking behind their backs.
Even though most people all have the same stuff in their bathrooms, when you're in a new place, there's something about wanting to look at everything and open all the drawers. Seeing an electric tooth brush, a hair brush, I asked my girlfriend if she had ever tried out a bathroom object for masturbation purposes. "Yeah," she said. "What haven't I tried?"
The bathroom, as if it wasn't already sexually charged enough, took on a whole new level, as I imagined my girlfriend, back in high school, testing out each and every object in the bathroom. How many on these things on the countertop had been in her pussy, I wondered.
"So after you tested everything," I said, "what was your favorite?"
"The curling iron," she said, as if it was obvious.
"Really?"
She looked at me with a smirk. "Duh."
"Then show me," I said.
And she gladly demonstrated.
OCEAN SUNSET
When the sun slowly sinks down on the Pacific, isn't this exactly where and how you'd like to be?
When the sun slowly sinks down on the Pacific, isn't this exactly where and how you'd like to be?
ICE, ICE, BABY
I had a girlfriend who loved to play with ice. She used it when she masturbated. And her favorite was to rub her clit and her folds with it until she was numb, and then have me lick her, until the heat returned. Hot, then cold, then hot again. It drove her wild.
LATE NIGHT ON CAMPUS
I was walking across campus late one night, past the back of the art studio building, taking a short cut, when I looked up and noticed one of the lights still on. There was a girl in the window, probably a senior studio major, takign a break from a long night of art making, having a smoke. I might have just glanced up and not thought twice about it, but there was just enough light coming from her studio to reveal that she wasn't wearing any clothes. I stopped and wondered what she was doing in her studio. Was the bright light for photography? Was she making a series of nude self-portraits (not that uncommon for college photography majors), or was she painting nude?
I stood in the darkness of the alley, long enough to watch her finish the smoke. She slipped off the window ledge, and I could no longer see her, so I left. But the image has stayed with me.
I was walking across campus late one night, past the back of the art studio building, taking a short cut, when I looked up and noticed one of the lights still on. There was a girl in the window, probably a senior studio major, takign a break from a long night of art making, having a smoke. I might have just glanced up and not thought twice about it, but there was just enough light coming from her studio to reveal that she wasn't wearing any clothes. I stopped and wondered what she was doing in her studio. Was the bright light for photography? Was she making a series of nude self-portraits (not that uncommon for college photography majors), or was she painting nude?
I stood in the darkness of the alley, long enough to watch her finish the smoke. She slipped off the window ledge, and I could no longer see her, so I left. But the image has stayed with me.
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