
To the beach
Who said the best place to look at stunning scenery is the beach?
Who said the best place to look at stunning scenery is the beach?
Boobs, bosoms, breasts, the girls, puppies, tits, baps, call them what you will. To me they’re just boobs. Love them or hate them they are a part of you, whether you are male, female or anywhere in between. Small, medium or large. Pert and perky or saggy and baggy, baby ravaged or battle scarred they are a part of you. Man boobs included here.
Our boobs are just one of those fascinating things about our bodies, they provide food and those essential first nutrients for babies, they can make us feel attractive, they are unique to you and can empower you. You don’t have to burn your bra to be a feminist these days you know. They can also do the complete opposite and make you feel like an ‘object’. They can be ravaged by disease and cause you pain. But remember they are a part of you and you are amazing.
Pandemics and wars should make us want to get rid of everything that opposes us even more. Starting with the clothes. Always be ready to play and make yourself special.
As much as you may hope, there is no need to insist. When it is useless to ask to be looked in the eye, turn your gaze elsewhere.
True exhibitionism consists in showing what others do not yet have, but want so much.
The sea, the beach is a great background to take your eyes off while observing a beautiful woman.
The more devoted a woman shows herself, the sooner the man sobers down and becomes domineering. The more cruelly she treats him and the more faithless she is, the worse she uses him, the more wantonly she plays with him, the less pity she shows him, by so much the more will she increase his desire, be loved, worshipped by him
‘MILF’ is code for Mother I’d Like To Fuck. But there’s really much, much more to it. Here’s a unique take on what is a MILF exactly.
Sometimes a photo can tell you how much you desire me a thousand times more than a “I miss you” written with an infinity of hearts.
Fantasies are daydreams. Imaginary visions. Whimsical speculations. Wishful thinking. Everybody fantasizes at some level. If you’ve ever imagined what you’d do if you won the lottery, you’ve used fantasy.