Rotary Club (the phone that is)…
Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin & Peter Lawford sharing what looks to be Whiskey and Ginger Ale… what my dad called a highball… on the set of Ocean’s 11.
It’s the curve of your lips when I say something you like, the way your mouth lingers on mine when we kiss…the slow, deliberate way your lips maneuver down my neckline. You don’t have to say a thing…your mouth gives you away every time.
If we wait until we are ready we will be waiting for the rest of our lives.
tulips by awxnl9bur4: tulips in a vase
He smiled and said he liked the colour of your underwear. The underwear you had chosen so carefully. The underwear that was now slowly disappearing.
His fingers deftly stretching the elastic, barely touching your skin, causing goosebumps somewhere among all the heat that had started with the warmth of his rope on your skin.
Soon his fingers did touch your shivering skin, and then his whole hand followed. And then there was a fire burning, blazing, deep inside you, everywhere. Unstoppable, yet completely under control. His control.
~ cat / be-pleasing-always
photograph Roman Smirnov
Sunset in Garda Lake
Source: Flickr / br1dotcom
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