Something I find Sexy – Claudia Schiffer smoking a Cohiba

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Her eyes are as smoldering as the embers in the stoggie she seductively sucks on. Those soft lips of hers gently wrap themselves around the firm shaft. Those long lashed eyes of hers close as she slowly inhales in that controlled fashion of hers. Those large doe eyes open looking straight into mine. She is well aware of the affects her performance is having as she exhales her invitation. Her lips pursed in an ‘o’ shape that beckons mine to join them.

 

I spread my legs a little as I remain seated in a soft leather chair watching her. The smell of her Cuban cigar mixing with the leather makes me feel like I’ve been transported into a noir film. I sip a deep amber scotch and nod towards her, approving her approach.

 

She walks over in an exaggerated swaying motion drawing my attention to her sleek, black, silk dress hugging her curves. She moves in with the grace of a puma and all the intentions of a lioness. A smile spreading across her lips.

 

I Pat my lap and she sits, my hand wanders over the curve of her warm ass. As she leans in to kiss me I run my hand up her thigh feeling the top of her hose. My lips drink her in, she’s as smooth as the scotch and twice as warm. Our tongue entwine as her hair cascades around my head. I feel her melt against me.

 

She parts her legs a bit wider letting my hand explore further to the warm wet wisps of hair shielding her pussy. I listen to her breath heavy and rapid and she feels a fire welling up inside her. My lips trace their way down along her throat to her panting chest. My fingers circling her clit sending waves of stimulation through her.

 

She moans as she feels my fingers teasing her sex, pleasing her mind and satisfying her hunger.

Something I Find Sexy – Christie Brinkley : Swim Harder

Christie Brinkley Swimsuit

Christie Brinkley Swimsuit

She emerges from the surf wet and breathless. She approaches me swaying her hips provocatively. Her body has the long lean lines of a predatory cat. Her movements are decidedly feline, graceful and effective. I cannot take my eyes from her. I wrap my arms around her waist as she wraps hers around my neck. Our lips meet. I find myself falling into her kiss as if falling down a well, or more like a tunnel.

 

It’s been years since we’ve been here and that tunnel through which I am kissing her transports us back. It’s as if we never left this beach those many years ago. Those lips of her haven’t changed. No, the only change is the renewed passion with which she uses them.

 

Her breasts press against my chest with a renewed vibrancy and I receive her with a fired up lust of my own. We were magic back then and by god the witch is back in her eye. I’m sure her charms are as effective as ever. My reaction to her is primal. I must have her, now. Like it was when we were then, passion ablaze, I want only to take her and ravish the rest of her body with these lips.

 

It’s been what, ten years now? Ten years since I received some very good advice. Larry came up to my desk one day while I was working and said to me “Swim harder”. There was a little bit more, but that is the nugget. The nugget of truth and good advice. Alas, its advice I did not put into practice.

 

Why? That is the question I return to now. It was so ‘on the mark’. He was tall, six three, lean and had thick white hair even though he was only in his forties. He was a programmer on the database side of the aisle. I was a programmer on the internet/intranet side of the aisle. We didn’t interact on a daily basis, our projects pretty much ran independently. But he was a man of insight, of that much I’m sure.

 

It was good advice then, and its good advice now. I have heard that it’s never too late to learn a new lesson. Old dogs, new trick, that old axiom rings in my ear. Although I do not often look at the past to dwell on regrets, I am at times reflective. There seems to be something about this time of year, not new year’s, that brings about my reflective self.

 

New year’s is a time of looking forward. I’m an optimist by nature. At least that’s what I tell myself. But by creating such a mantra for myself, am I burying my head in the sands of denial? I look around at where I am and I don’t often see much progress. But that’s the problem with my ethereal, intangible goals.

 

Yes, that’s where I think the problem lies. My goals need to be focused. They need to be more defined. I’ve read about ‘SMART‘ goals. Goals that are: specific, measurable, attainable, realistic and timely.

 

Goals need to be specific. There has to be a definition for them. Think of the six ‘W’ questions; who, what, when, where, why, and which. Answer as many of these as possible for each of your goals. “Get fit” is not a specific goal. “Loose twenty pounds in two months by watching my diet and exercising three days a week” is a specific goal.

 

Goals need to be measurable. Your goal needs a success criteria. How do you know when it’s been obtained? It needs measurable benchmarks or milestones. “Lose twenty pounds in two months” is a good goal. It can be measured. Setting smaller goals of two and a half pounds per week makes that goal even more measurable.

 

Goals need to be attainable. When you set a goal, you need to ask yourself if this is something that you are actually able to do.

 

Similarly, goals need to be realistic. You can set high goals for yourself, but be honest about both your abilities, and your willingness to pursue a certain goal.

 

Goals should also be timely. When developing your goals, don’t let them run on indefinitely. Bound them. Set time parameters. There’s nothing like a deadline for attuning the mind to its task. I think there is a quote about that floating around the internet. So it must be true.

Top Ten – Taylor Swift

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It seems that a blog just isn’t complete without a posting of some silly list or other.Taylor Swift and Spotify music streaming are never, never, ever getting back together. But Taylor, what’s with all the Swift shorts? My Top Ten Taylor Swift Concert Costumes ____________________________________________


Taylor Swift Ringmaster Sexy costume
01) Taylor Swift in sexy ringmaster shorts


Taylor Swift Sexy white outfit grammies
02) Taylor Swift in sexy ringmaster white shorts (Grammies)


Taylor Swift sexy black shorts red tour
03) Taylor Swift in sexy leiderhosen shorts (RED tour)


Taylor Swift sexy unitard Rolling Stones concert
04) Taylor Swift in sexy black shorts (concert with Rolling Stones)


Taylor Swift sexy red shorts red tour
05) Taylor Swift in short red shorts (Red Tour)


Taylor Swift sexy black vampire outfit
06) Taylor Swift in sexy vampire shorts (Red Tour)


Taylor Swift red shorts beatles abby road top
07) Taylor Swift in short red shorts (Beatles Abby Road top)


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08) Taylor Swift in white shorts


Taylor Swift sexy blue shorts blue and gold top
09) Taylor Swift in sexy blue shorts


Taylor Swift Billboard awards sext blue dress
10) Taylor Swift in a very sexy blue dress for a change


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The reason for all those shorts – SPANX


Something I Find Sexy – Katy Perry in Black Lingerie

Katy Perry in Black Lingerie

Katy Perry in Black Lingerie

Another image from the “Something I Find Sexy’ file. This black and white of Katy Perry in lingerie has very erotic qualities. Her ‘distant gaze’ is also very striking.

I love the way the black camisole hangs loosely from her breasts. The two straps holding it up at her shoulders can be easily swept aside. Revealing those breasts. Seeing them sway like the pocket watch of a hypnotist. All of my attention focused on them. Reaching out to feel their warmth. Feeling her nipples harden as my finger gentle roll around them. I listen to her deepening breath s she runs her finger through my hair. I can feel her hand behind my head guiding my lips to her taut nipples.

 

I twirl my tongue around them teasing. Taking my time with such a tasty treat. I feel her hot breath on my throat as she leaves a trail of kisses down my neck. She rolls me over and I let’s her pin my shoulders down as she probes my mouth with her tongue. I feel her breasts warm again my bare chest. Her wet pussy momentarily protects behind those black silk panties rubs firmly against my cock. I feel my excitement swelling it as she grinds her hips against my.

 

Enveloping her in my arms I roll her down on her back. She gasps in surprise of my hand as it swiftly removes the thin silken garment separating our union. She excludes another gasp as I enter her. The pleasure of my forceful engagement takes a moment for her to express with her moaning into my ear.

… but I digress

I’m still surprised at how quiet Sunday mornings in the city are, compared with the activity it usually displays. It is quite the contrast. You can tell its slow when you can walk into a Starbucks and get a seat right away! The tall bearded gentleman by the condiments looks just like Walt Whitman.

 

I think about how am I using my time, and thinking about time as a resource which I can invest or squander just like money can be invested or squandered. What am I doing with my today’s, because tomorrows are built from the bricks we build today.

 

I think about those things which I add to my ‘to do’ list. Do I really need or want to do those things. Or, are there more important items that should be on that list but because they do not scream for attention are left of the list, like exercise, and learn new skills, and save some money.

 

I think about the things that I’m doing and ask myself about the people around me. Am I doing enough to keep in touch with people. I should make sure that I schedule the phone call to a friend, or an email to a colleague.

 

How I invest my time today will shape tomorrow, and all the tomorrows that follow. But right now, the girl who makes my coffee is due for her spanking.

Barista-girl

Erotic Proclivities 02

S615_CAMEL“Does this look alright for court?” She asked me. My mind was elsewhere I suppose. I had noticed her, I couldn’t help but notice this beauty approaching. But my mind had wandered somewhere and her query snapped me back to the here and now.

One of the reasons that makes autumn a wonderful season are women dressed like she was dressed. An outfit of semi-tight fit sweaters, and form fitted slacks, with fall blazers, I think of all the possibilities, things to do together. Attired perfectly for a stroll through the leaves, coffee at an outdoor café, a sensuous evening of love by the fire. Or, in the case of this lovely young woman, heading off to court.

“You look alright for anywhere,” I replied, hoping that I didn’t sound too awestruck.

I was standing at the bus stop on a late September morning waiting for the bus. She appeared out of nowhere. The attractive young lady was next to me when she posed her fashion question. I suppose that she saw me s as a good candidate to ask about the appropriateness of one’s attire. I worked in a men’s wear shop back then, and I was attired in my customary black sacks and shoes, with a pressed, white, cotton, French cuff dress shirt with gold scrimshaw cufflinks. With this I wore a red paisley bow tie and black waistcoat. I completed my outfit with a brown hound’s-tooth tweed jacket. As it happens she presumed that I was heading to the court as well since the bus we were waiting for did pass the court on its route. I was simply heading off to work at the shop, completely unrelated to the court.

But there she was looking at me with brown inquisitive eyes and a smile on her light red lips. She’s a lovey twenty something with a soft smooth face, framed by auburn locks. She was standing next to me, about five foot five, five foot seven in the heels she had on. I took an appreciative look at her and I was impressed at her understated beauty. I certainly thought her appropriate for court.

She wore medium grey wool slacks over her lovely long lean legs. They showed the curve of her beautifully. The molded perfectly to the upper curves of her bottom. The slacks cascaded down tapering as they went and accented the curve of the back of her thighs and calves before ending at her black pumps.

She also wore a powder blue sweater, soft and luxurious, with a cashmere feel.  The neck was low enough to hint at the cleavage further down, and high enough to be modest by most social standards. The soft material draped over her breasts only accented the firm roundness of her c cups. The bottom of her sweater was snug against her slim waist and hugged the slight curve of her hips. She certainly had an eye for picking an outfit that flattered her curves while maintaining the air of propriety.

Over her arm she held a light beige camel’s hair blazer. I told her to put it on. She moved with such smooth grace. She slipped it no, and ran her hands through her shoulder length hair. The blazer was tailored perfectly both framing her top, without losing the curve of her hips. The look was outstanding.

There is something about this look that she put together. It was a look that had me ascribing all manner of intelligent attributes to her. She’s funny she’s cleaver, she’s perceptive, she will be a great lover, mother, goddess. A perfect subtle seduction. She may have lucked into this sexy by stealth look. However, if she could do this by active agency then she is brilliant. So brilliant I would acquit her of murder even while she was slaying me.