Earth Mother in the stream.
I know she’s not exactly nude and I know it’s not exactly a portrait, but doesn’t this “snapshot” tell you as much about her as any nude portrait you’ve ever seen?
Tina Louise, making a compelling argument for women to have a slip or two in their lingerie drawers.
Lost in her pleasure. We can almost sense that she will be startled when she opens her eyes and sees us watching her. She won’t stop, though.
It feels like a vision in a dream.
Should I count the shirts in my closet this morning, Babygirl?
Good morning, tumblrs! It’s a typical chilly autumn morning here in Chicago as I finish preparing for a long (for us) weekend with Babygirl. You know that disoriented feeling you get on some mornings when you wake from a dream and it takes a while to discern that dream from reality? That slow dawning is wonderful when you were having a nightmare but somewhat less so when you were having a sex dream involving, say, a wanton and conveniently-braless siren that you’ve convinced yourself is Salma Hayek reaching between her thighs while bending over and spilling out of her elegant red dress. (Babygirl and other ladies: feel free to insert, so to speak, Johnny Depp or Robert Downey, Jr. doing whatever it is they do in Brooks Brothers suits.)
Continuing my campaign to revive the slip in the lingerie collections of women the world over, I offer my version of an image that crossed my dashboard earlier today. I found it at the highly recommended Belles d’amour (http://annantan.tumblr.com/, specifically: http://annantan.tumblr.com/post/64406733355/douceurs-mousseuses).
In case that last post just wasn’t quite enough Sandra Bullock for you.
A half-dressed girl with disheveled hair on a deserted country lane? This is the stuff that dreams are made of.
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