Wow, things are getting better and better around here day after day, I guess... And I sense something in the air. May it have to do with the antipodes? I wonder... :-)
... Shouldn't it be Calvin Klein + bulge? Too much modesty makes everything awkward, I think. But secrets are mighty as well. You somehow sheever with the thought alone of getting behind them, but you don't want to. The best place is in between.
Manny has offered to pose for full nudity, it turns him on. It buys into his fantasy of being a porn star. But I'm not so sure about being too gay with my pictures. I just don't think I'm going for that kind of blog.
Yes, I was teasing again... As I often say, I prefer by far to exercise my imagination. Younger generations have just lost that privilege, they get everything made and ready. I like beauty - a lot -, but I don't enjoy it half as much when it is given to me just like that, without... yes, that's the word, the pleasure I get out of a game, be it simple and childish. And I'm feeling my heart pounding against my chest now. Even words are mighty. Sometimes I forget all about that. I like your blog as it is. :-)
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Wow, things are getting better and better around here day after day, I guess... And I sense something in the air. May it have to do with the antipodes? I wonder... :-)
... Shouldn't it be Calvin Klein + bulge? Too much modesty makes everything awkward, I think.
But secrets are mighty as well. You somehow sheever with the thought alone of getting behind them, but you don't want to. The best place is in between.
Manny has offered to pose for full nudity, it turns him on. It buys into his fantasy of being a porn star. But I'm not so sure about being too gay with my pictures. I just don't think I'm going for that kind of blog.
Yes, I was teasing again... As I often say, I prefer by far to exercise my imagination. Younger generations have just lost that privilege, they get everything made and ready. I like beauty - a lot -, but I don't enjoy it half as much when it is given to me just like that, without... yes, that's the word, the pleasure I get out of a game, be it simple and childish.
And I'm feeling my heart pounding against my chest now. Even words are mighty. Sometimes I forget all about that.
I like your blog as it is. :-)
Something left to ones imagination, something held back about which to fantasise... is always sexier, I think.
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