Oldies but goodies...

So, if Aers can poke through Claire's old files and splash her early pics across the blogosphere, why can't I?

Let's give it a shot.

This one here -- almost straight out of the goddamn box. That's actually it behind her. Look at this stone fucking fox:

Tits, babe. Show 'em:

SO close to showing the sweet spot. I'd call her a tease, but he's the one who took the pic:

Hey, don't you try and shush me.

Oh right. Pointing something out.

WTF are you looking at in these ones, woman?

Jesus. You know that's the way I look at you sometimes, right?

When I don't think you'll spot me.

 

Not Feeling It

This morning I was encouraged by one of our resident busybodies to get on here and blog. So here I am.

Fine.

But you know what? Even though as soon as they suggested it, I thought maybe it was actually a good idea, I'm changing my mind more with every passing second.

Disappointed? Too fucking bad.

Sometimes the post is just, "Things are good."

And when they are, I don't know why the hell I would force a blather-fest here just because I'm "overdue" or something.

I'll post when I goddamn well feel like it.

Right now, I'm basking. I had some hella great sex yesterday and still haven't come down from it.

The fucking End.

(holy fuck, was that ever some hella great sex.)