super decadence
Apr. 5th, 2010 12:29 pmWalking out into warm sunny weather in a feather light long skirt that drifts in the breeze, and nothing whatsoever underneath.I think I'm going to gest some of that lovely anti-chubrub stuff from Athena's or maybe just baby powder and spend the summer skipping the bike shorts, because that feeling is delicious.
Normally I'm a winter girl but I am admitting summery weather does have its perks. More skin on display from all genders. Wearing sundresses (and catching Kittyboy leering openly down my cleavage). Leaving the windows open and realizing to my amusement that it's not just me that occasionally entertains the neighborhood by loudly announcing that pleasure is being had. That odd vibe to the air that says that the entire world, or at least this latitude of the northern hemisphere, is waking up and it just wants to fuck fuck and fuck. (This is only problematic for me because that includes most trees as well.) I could get behind this. Or in front. Or under. or... um. Yes. :) or should I say, yes... yes... oh god... fuck yes... harder... oh fuck yeah?
Normally I'm a winter girl but I am admitting summery weather does have its perks. More skin on display from all genders. Wearing sundresses (and catching Kittyboy leering openly down my cleavage). Leaving the windows open and realizing to my amusement that it's not just me that occasionally entertains the neighborhood by loudly announcing that pleasure is being had. That odd vibe to the air that says that the entire world, or at least this latitude of the northern hemisphere, is waking up and it just wants to fuck fuck and fuck. (This is only problematic for me because that includes most trees as well.) I could get behind this. Or in front. Or under. or... um. Yes. :) or should I say, yes... yes... oh god... fuck yes... harder... oh fuck yeah?