Ooh my. Does this mean I actually write about going naked and enjoying coitus on the stairs and the way my Best Beloved looks from the back when he's working his tongue's magic on my nether parts--without euphemism? I think my brain is going frothy. I may swoon. Or have a celebratory breakfast of honey-mustard fish.
Not much interested in buying other peoples' porn, even though it's sometimes interesting. I nonetheless fully support their efforts. I'm still contending with the fact that I have to wear a shirt (except, I think, in Rochester, NY). Even if no sex is involved and I'm just having a hot flash. Cruelty to anniemals.
There's a cute but well-intended article in Post's Sunday magazine about going naked and its possibly prurient problems. (I love alliteration sometimes.) Don't see how it could've gotten into such an august publication any other way. Lots of carefully covered Naughty Bits. Not described while dancing without support. >grin< I hope it will serve the clothed masses.
So go naked and do whatever you want with your body. Write poetry about it or take photos if you want. It's supposed to be a free country.
Avec Plaisir, Mon Ami
Not much interested in buying other peoples' porn, even though it's sometimes interesting. I nonetheless fully support their efforts. I'm still contending with the fact that I have to wear a shirt (except, I think, in Rochester, NY). Even if no sex is involved and I'm just having a hot flash. Cruelty to anniemals.
There's a cute but well-intended article in Post's Sunday magazine about going naked and its possibly prurient problems. (I love alliteration sometimes.) Don't see how it could've gotten into such an august publication any other way. Lots of carefully covered Naughty Bits. Not described while dancing without support. >grin< I hope it will serve the clothed masses.
So go naked and do whatever you want with your body. Write poetry about it or take photos if you want. It's supposed to be a free country.