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.