Photoshoots have not been a steady hobby of mine for ... well, ever. But the last few years they've been even less frequent, so it was nice, today, to indulge. The blue top is new-ish -- an anniversary present from the photographer. There were a couple of mildly naughtier shots, but I'm too lazy to figure out how to put a single post behind a content warning, so I'll hand those off to Claire for her naughty blog.
Text update: Goddamn it, Claire. Why did you have to go and make that your post title? Now I'm all ... agh ... fluttery. Whatever. I fucking love you too, okay?
Should have just put my whole damn blog behind a content warning.
hot damn, you wore that body beautifully, lady!
ReplyDeletei miss it.
but i certainly wouldn't trade away the joy of having you here with me just to get back a creaky, worn-out hunk of corporeal but fading flesh to ride around on.
plus ...
these pictures!
thank heavens we got this one last set in!
Yeah, I miss it too. But let's keep that on the down-low, right? God help us if you-know-who hears us pining for the old bod and decides it was a terrible decision to ditch it and all his fault and that's the whole reason for whatever ridiculous funk of the moment he's in about the state of the world.
DeleteIt was a good decision anyway. You can miss something without it meaning you should have kept the dang thing. If the cat pees on your banana bread, you don't keep it around just because you're gonna miss having banana bread the rest of the week.