Posted 10:08 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2005
Two large male shoes are pointing downward between two smaller upwardly pointing female. Grab a pair of pantyhose from your girfriend. And it’s a dumb rabbit. Don’t forget to jump over fire tonight. Horses are terrible people. I was chased by an insane monkey. My breasts are in the wrong spot and I have never noticed. We’ll find out about that hole in the pen. The woman who marries a transvestite can always borrow a pair of stockings on a Saturday night. The possum ate my soup. And then I fell into the piano. It certainly won’t be the last time I try something new in Finland. Is it normal or healthy to eat these after I’m done pleasuring myself? One took her flowers, and they tried to take her shoes and stockings. A chorus line of stockings and suspenders right out of the 1940s. And a man suffering permanent rope burns. Loved to make love to my ladies while still wearing their garter belts and stockings. There’s nothing like a pair of warm arms and some waiting kisses. Old cowboys have computers. With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl. There was no tiger in the pram. To be a vowel is the goal. Love has an intoxicating effect this month. I still cling to the petticoats of the girl who died with me. Some people say I’m the complete package. Joseph has just remembered walking. I have a wonderful vintage dress and would like to wear my stockings as well. Can he please stop talking about his duck?!

Posted 9:41 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2005
It’s in a window this time. Spring upwards, and rapidly interlace one foot with the other. In fact you could fit the seat early to help shape the bottom. A woman dressed up as a French maid, preferably poised seductively on a hotel bed. A nickname for Paul McCartney. A naughty librarian who perhaps moonlights in a house of domination. I am wearing the new black tights I bought when I bought the skirt. It was impossible to ignore the feel of the stockings caressing my legs. Long ago and far away, your gaze rejects you. We got a wet batch of wheat and it gummed up the stones so badly. I’ll put you into something a bit more flowing with a petticoat. Seeing the silky smooth nude or black fabric at the top of her sexy long leg. Blowing large, pink bubbles while she cleaned the house in a sexy French Maid's costume. Then pantyhose came along. She wore the sort of black fishnet stockings that used to feature largely in fifties' films involving French tarts. Throat your daughter is beautiful. I dress slowly and deliberately, starting with my lingerie. I also like to wear the occasional pair of pantyhose. My first bird was green. You carry great power within a slim body. Spend a day in drag. I can’t help but get stimulated when I put on the nylons. Crossing her eyes and scrabbling on the other side of the intangible aquarium. And the recruiting sergeant stood alone among his robots. I killed your bride, I could not hide. Why has she got padlocks on each shoe? That dentist is not enjoying writing near my home. The librarians don't remember skiing for more than an hour. I am turning my sleeves into paper. Our fish slept in the ocean last night. I am so sick, so sick, so sick.

Posted 10:20 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2005
It’s like giving a rolling pin to a magician. If I just have my tights on, I feel smooth, fluid. Collision in the language of sleeping wind on the red. Can you point to the credenza? Apparently a dust box. Immediately he became convinced that all the cupboards in the house were full of pineapples. They’re really soft, with just the right amount of shine. We made our toaster dance with it. A pair of pantyhose were put on my feet, then slowly pulled up. Sometimes straight men just want to be pretty and wear dresses and stockings. I never wanted to become a girl. It only has rains whispering in my ear. But we men want to have some of the fun and the benefits of wearing tights too. It follows the religion of love: whatever is the direction of the camels of love. Pantyhose are a required part of the uniform. I’m not a satanic sex god any more. And once you've learned - swim! The feel on my legs is what I like. I've only managed to walk about in the back garden in a skirt. My nipples appear puffier. Points legs in air during exercise, wearing white top & pink tights. You may decide to rethink that whale. The world is the teapot and the cup. Fun lingerie on christmas for those who have been nice but want to be naughty. I'd love to sleep in this old ship some night when the fog comes in. Elegant ladies totally encased in pantyhose and with evening dresses on. Each breath made the bronze girls breasts heave up each time. At least this hat can’t control my legs. I have asked you nicely not to mangle my merchandise.

Posted 6:35 PM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2005
This part of life almost hurts. I couldn't agree with you more regarding stockings in bed. Covers the feet and legs up to the thighs. I am the lamb's intruder. And they were breasts, too. I always wanted to dance wearing lace crinolines and dresses of pink. So I always mark that I'm an Eskimo. But he did have orange toes for about six weeks. He's forever treading on your cones. I too am stirred by the same desire as the stranger. Lands you control are plains. Waving a naked sword inside a thundercloud. I want to wear lingerie under all my clothes to work. What is your secret for sweet melons? I think I broke your pencil. He must look as if he did not know there were such things as grandmothers and cabbages in the world. Inappropriate dress, satanic dress, excessive female breast exposure: 5. Our dichotomy opens the combat. That sound is what my right thumb is doing right about now. A fish in the eye is worth two in a sundress. The net was full of mud and slime and small oysters. Clunky shoes, and thick black tights. I've always loved watching a woman take off her stockings. The lady sheep turned away from her friends, and facing back, dressed in the attire. I think of muddy hosiery and soaked photographs. He's quite good looking and the thought of him wearing a nice pair of tights on his fit body turns me on! A sexy little crossdresser who'd beg to be allowed to go out dancing so she could be seen and admired! Which is sway and sling, and silk, and surrenders itself. Over the last year, the intensity and quality of my dressing has increased. Dressed in a silk dress the color of old bone, the swells of her breasts pressing wickedly against the embroidered bodice. The hosiery is their strength.

Posted 3:19 PM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2005
Pink is when you have feelings. Someone might die before every word is born. My puberty in Buffalo was drab. I was born on the side of a hill. Why can’t we use midgets? A friend of mine was wearing one and got hit by a bus. Is this the latest fashion in melon wear? Watch out for your brisket. But if I choose to wear a miniskirt I would have to wear pantyhose. Landing, you break some palace and seem odd. Kiss me and I will kiss you right back. You can turn while swimming, just by tilting your pelvis to the side while you kick. Unsuppressed lesbianism is rampant. You bend over to harvest your radishes. Burn the tree stumps at the border. It’s not easy having a good time. Others undress each other in darkened rooms. Her garter belt seemed to dance to some sublime destructive tune. Triggers can be anything. We will have to be mostly vanilla for obvious reasons! He’s not very effective during the day. A man stops to chat with a passing baboon. No way can I escape the longing I have for the breast. Her black hair shone in the room’s afternoon light. I am from the watermelon thump parades. They were just knees caught in the light. Now all you need are some black tights. Unresolved tyranny ticking supremely. I’m pretty sure the banjoes weren’t real. The solution, whatever is it, would have to include a mirror. The lemon tree itself, the sour taste of the fruit.

Posted 11:55 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2005
It is far better to be a girl than a boy. I have a memory of the woolly tights and a miniskirt. Do not ride in the vestibule. Your eyelash was an island. Can I play with your monkey? I was unhappy as a child – now I’m happy and growing. That’s how badly we wanted to see him in a dress. Especially with white wool tights. A flowing skirt against stockinged legs, a silk blouse….and it’s very sensual. Yellow lies midway. She was tall and slender with a generous bosom. My nylons were melting down my legs. Various brunettes posing in a catsuit and hosiery on a bed. Metallic sheen everywhere else. The shed door very powerfully tend something original and natural. I will ask you with my eyes to ask again. A thousand lonesome women were approaching. Two kindred kinky spirits (a man and woman) share pantyhose and a consuming search for the sexually evocative. Sometimes when a house dies, it’s an act of sacrifice. You can conveniently change underwear in a matter of seconds. He caresses them (the pantyhose) and compares them to moonlight. The teacher who leaves her shoes on when she showers. I taste number seven. They sing you a silly song about a shark. I created you while I was happy, while I was sad. Hear it I do not. Discount flowers subsided, and I resumed thrusting. You make ashes and create beauty, but can you do anything with pantyhose, Lord? That analogy has bathed me in relief. The Chinese envoy was here but left in his broken hearted pagoda.

Posted 12:39 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2005
He could not think of any better way to start the day, for he knew who the feathers belonged to. Then I would put my stockings and all my female underwear on. The trumpet vines allowed two new females to drink. In a word, pantyhose. After that, she helped me into the dress. We are talking about the return of the corset. I saw a woman dressed in white who showed me the heart shaped bowl again. Fifty oysters died for this guitar. A shared family interest in kangaroos. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. And the sheer stockings were like having a silken mist on my legs. She held me to her thighs until my forehead burned. You would have to make the two ducks big enough so that they have the same overall amount as three small ducks. I'm looking out at the planets and I'm flirting with rage. I think I’m a sofa. The perfection in your outfit selection. My time is a reflection on the surface of the water. Naked except for her long black gloves and a pair of stockings. As she looks in the mirror, her face suddenly loses its shape. Divert your attention from jellyfish eyes and the sexual activity of spiders. Everything is under control. Still haven't experimented with the pair of tights I already have, though. Does your heart beat faster when you see them wearing this delicate fabric all day and all night? Sometimes I am the Oriental lady, sometimes she is. Now, sit back down on the bed and I'll show you how to put on your stockings. I will see a red lake or fire and devils. I know the secret language of the most vile and fearsome serpent. Stockings, cars, telephones and a hundred other things. I'd love to wear a dress and panties, stockings and a bra. The lobsters didn’t say. There's no point in stuffing your bra with stockings.

Posted 9:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2005
The rasping descent of her tights. The pesky dribbling bubbles are coming to get them. Doors move, choirs sing and interiors are lighted. They’re pretending that this room and you and I are real. It’s not every day you see a man and a woman at a shooting range comparing the fishnet stockings they’re wearing underneath their jeans. French maid outfits turn a lot of people on. Mosquitoes have stung the blue goat. I need your touches, nightly. And I should not wear these horrid, horrid dresses, nor mix with those horrid, horrid, painted people. Do not forget the skirt! And a woman dressed in mourning held a child’s hand. I can never forget a pair of tights. A simple solution for very cold areas. Watching the white sails disappearing behind the horizon. I gathered his many skirts, forcing them about his waist, and lowered myself. Black pantyhose in September. Keep on going till your hands get hot. No I’m not Eskimo. Her body again began to float away in a sexually tinged fog. The left side of the face has moved into the fear grimace position. This is the hand, the hand that takes. As she ran, snow was collecting on her white tights. Who’s throwing the handles? I always feel like the sexiest woman in any room I enter. I think I want to see you naked except for these sexy tights. Dance till the brain is red with speed! If it does not like you, it disguises itself as a rock. She sits on his lap and allows him to fondle her breasts. When it comes to bosoms, I have to admit defeat. The blinds sending geometric stripes across the sheets.

Posted 8:53 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2005
He felt the sensation of his smooth legs rubbing together, as stocking leg caressed stocking leg. I prefer to remain an enigma. You didn't know the character of the Swiss protagonist very well. Their kisses became hot kisses of passion. Make sure your legs snap cleanly off your torso, as shown. I know you like to dress as a woman and I'd like to be with you when you doo and make love to you. If I touch my breasts, is that okay? I wondered why Einstein would want to talk to a gorilla. Bare wall howl and fast musical chairs with the legs falling off. the seam tracing the gentle curves, the dark contrasting top accenting a woman's seldom glimpsed thigh. My biggest accomplishment is getting my husband in a dress. Your shoulders will also hurt the first few days. Looking out over the spider staging knowing it would be a tribulation. Get out of the nose! The wasps seem to be attracted to the propane. And he wanted her to kiss him so much. Then, of course, there's the lingerie for bowling. Every night he dreams he's holding a live fish in his hands. Is it true that 400 elephants are definitely blue? I did not burn my bras, I gave them to my husband! The forzen poem becoms a clown show. The tower itself is tall and square. The final evening was remarkable. You are the guiding star of his existence. Peeling off layer after layer down to her red leotard and silver tights. Teach them to yearn for a vast and endless sea. Try to breathe every few minutes or so. I'm coming back for you. I love women so much and fine feminine clothes that I wish to wear skirts, dresses and petticoats. White candles flicker alongside a dish of fresh strawberries. She has some soft curvy legs and her feet have some nice arches.

Posted 9:44 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2005
Helping turn men into beautiful women. Recently I’ve become interested in the grammar of breasts. I long to kiss your lovely beak. If you’re not happy with the way you look, try a different dress. Men wearing tights and pantyhose is getting more and more popular. Yes, you love me, and that suffices. Which were worn with bright pink nylons. We’re talking about worship and dance. It might add something to your understanding of sexuality and its different manifestations. You’ve obviously never thrown an owl. And then offer to send tights as well. It is also very handy when you run out of your favourite tights as he always has a spare pair. I met her by the rice pilaf sneeze guard. But he managed only to put a rabbit to sleep for a few minutes. There are only twelve. He does not want to be a woman, but desires pleasure from wearing feminine clothes. Plump teachers’ thighs about to cause a roaring yeast infection. It’s like the sound a fireplace log makes when it hits the bottom of a bucket. Your skin is something that I stir into my tea. You can do this with your mind. Time runs out on this year of erosion. As she spoke her fingers walked across his naked abdomen towards his inner thighs. I’ve been out in the ditch quite a few times holding heads in my hands. My existence is a false alarm. Her friends have rolled around nude in the paint. Walking at night between the two deserts. Torn hose cling desperately to my smiling thigh. This is what a thousand miles looks like.

Posted 8:47 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2005
It’s an optimistic tree. O that the nothingness was throbbing there like thirst. Every girl was a girl you wished to kiss. Some of the girls say I taste like strawberries. The captured princess felt some activity at her groin. It gently cupped his bra and felt slippery against his pantyhose. She wore tights and sang a song. I just don’t see anything that looks like a shrimp. So dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians. The librarian isn’t enjoying jumping at the company. They are excusing below the café now, won’t lift carrots later. You basically just fill a pair of pantyhose with birdseed and then cut them off. Is that the same orange chair I think it is? Softest of all satins with oodles of lace and frills everywhere. The third drawer was filled to the brim with nylons and pantyhose. But outside of tights they always choose the worst clothing combinations. You’ve examined the nightingale’s code. But it was probably a good idea for her and the bear to brave the junior army. The shrimp is yellow. I think my thighs are whispering terrible things to them. The girls come to believe that if their boyfriends really love them, they should be willing to wear a pair of pantyhose too. A bra can be stuffed with anything. To fall in love for the first time is a devastating, unbearable event. I love him more than anybody. She swooped down and kissed him and he hugged her tight as he shook and shook. The nylon also feels very nice against the skin. First, pinch your right nipple 100 times. My skin got softer and less hairy, my breasts started growing. Every night I leave an invisible note on the pillow. I have to because I’m the only one left to dance. Soapy tendrils slid down her wet skin.

Posted 1:26 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 2004
Like a dress with sleeves and a skirt that comes to my knees? Full sun to part sun. But her traitorous breasts threatened to lift her off of the ground. I am contraband in Canada. Do spiders make gravy? And sometimes I can be a girl in black tights. I also find that with it comes a freedom that it is okay to sexual pleasure. It seems that many ladies don’t know how to appreciate skirts. Why are men like tights? For a year we caught his tears in a cup. Peel off the first and second layer of pantyhose carefully. She doesn’t go on about stilts to make her vision wider. Used a motor boat in the shape of a swan when his arms got tired. I come, my jade body fresh from the bath. Otherwise, the hole will be on the outside of the pipe. Her nails rasped on my tights as she reached up under my skirt. You always feel wrapped in a luxurious statement of sensuality. That’s probably the first crossdressing pig in history. Then came the pantyhose, which I will admit felt just great when I pulled them on. It has been two months and I still haven’t received the towels we spoke of. He can see the outline of her thighs as she saunters past him. He’s carrying a rather large iguana. Girls wiggle can top for searching alphabet to find a boy friend. I don’t know why I still dream about you. Memories were violent from the inside out. I sighed deeply as I slipped on the dress wondering if I'd be wearing dresses permanently or not. That sounds like a fainting pig. I expected an elephant or a house to fly out. He was an image of what music might look like. I do enjoy fighting a blind girl. I'm certain he'll appreciate the stockings.