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My avatar matches my screen name
It's one of the few pics of myself that I really like. I just wanted to share it with friends
Basically part of the lovecraftian reference of my pseudonym and a few of my stories.
I liked the silhouette image that conveys being a gentleman against a nighttime background...also kind of hearkens back to the old 50's movie of a guy in a heavy raincoat with a hat on walking the city streets at night.
I saw this pic awhile back. I'm a boob guy and a car guy. Figured it was a win-win..
Lilly had posted a black and white one on Milik’s wall and I fell in love with it. So he found the picture in color, so its my avatar...
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A rose I was pretty proud of. It was from my garden.
When we noticed it came close to the color of my blouse, well the girls came out!


I love it when your girls come out, Sherry! ;o)
Eh, after 3+ years of booty pics, it was time to switch up the angle a bit.
Mine is "Long ago and far away." Me back in the 1970's in the Philippines. I am new here so I never know where I am. Plus I am old and never know where I am. Where am I?
Well I’m a little on the Wild side plus I’m Irish and my name is Rose
A sound trace of the nickname, whispered by me, of someone I love deeply but sadly, can never be with.
When I first came yo Lush I chatted with an older guy who always thought of me like the pic, apparently she is from a cartoon he enjoyed called Lil Abner
My current av pic was taken in a hotel room in Brooklyn, just before we went down to the pool for a swim.
Not much of a story for mine. I was at the beach and liked the way the ocean looked with my legs there. Picked up my phone and took the pic.
Full of puns...
A long time ago, I had an girlfriend with legs just like those, in hosiery just like that. It summed her up perfectly - so it's a happy reminder.
My wife's legs...which first caught my attention about her.
My favorite photo from Christmas
Love always …
EvaLynn
It is one of me, taken at a friends house we stopped at after dinner, dancing and drinks to celebrate a promotion and substantial raise I had gotten. It was quite a night of sharing my good fortune with others.
Honestly, I love the one that sprite sometimes uses of someone dancing in pretty colorful lights, so I found a stock photo that reminded me of it at some level but that I also enjoyed as an independent image. It may honestly be time to change it soon, but I've really no idea to what.
My Featured Stories
The Snowglobe Conspiracy – Solving a great mystery | There Is No Butterfly – Time Travel competition entry | Incurable Arousal – Most viewed | Toxic, But Not Sinister – Mutual loathing at its finest | You Were – An experience in the second person | Desiderium – A scattering of lovers
My current pic is me in my living room with my big fig tree behind me and our cobalt blue pendant lights making the whole room look blue.
Quite complicated. I was living in Cyrpus and advertized as a teacher of English on . I never received a response until a year later when I returned to the Czech Republic. This was from a Russian woman who wanted me to teach her daughter who had attended school in Cyprus but was now back in Moscow. The mother wanted her child to keep up her English and asked me what fee I would require. I said if she could accommodate me whilst I visited Moscow I would do it for free. The girl was 11 at the time but is now a teenager and we are still in communication. Not to be attributed to any correction by myself but her English sounds like a native speaker and she herself is now a typical impatient teenager asking awkward questions which I quite like because as I get older I like all young people even the bolshie teenagers. smile (as a note for any U.S. 'reds in the bed' reaction - bolshie is a colloquial British military expression and does not mean Bolshevik but has been extended to define just any awkward or demanding person).
I took this pic with my phone about 2 years ago.

I had to drive to meet with some clients about 2 hours away and remember feeling sexy and playful that day when I got dressed, so I opted for the garter belt and stockings (they are actually stay-up thigh highs, easier to keep in place all day, but the garter just feels sexy and adds to the look). I was wearing a black coat dress that buttoned up the front and came to just above the knee.

After I came out of the meeting and when I got in my car, my dress had hiked up and opened slightly, showing the tops of my stockings and I thought 'That looks sexy'. So, I started taking a few pictures, unbuttoned a couple more buttons to open it up, and there it is.

And to answer the two questions that might be going through your mind:

Did my client see what I had on? Yes, not a lot, but saw him look and I'm positive he got a glimpse a few times as I sat, crossed, and stood up.

Did I leave it like that as I drove home? Another yes, I was feeling very playful at this point and enjoyed feeling exposed, and I did get a couple honks from big trucks.
I found it somewhere.

Don't forget to sat 'Hi'

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I found it somewhere.


You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.

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I found it somewhere




It was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Years and years. It was late on a Saturday night...or was it Friday? Then again, it may have been a Sunday morning. I was snuggled up i bed, while sitting on the sofa. The cat was smoldering slowly by the fire. It must have been winter. There was music in the background. An accordion was playing somewhere. I disticntly remember it being as I had never heard one before. It's a strange kind of music. The sort that, once heard, is hard to forget.

The storm was blowing a hooley outside, rattling the windows on the back porch. Jon boy had been meaning to fix them before the storms arrived, but for one reason or another, he ever did get around to it. I was bored.
Bored with the mundane AV. I wanted something different. Different it had to be. There were so many options. Search after search came up empty. More of the mundane, until, unexpectedly, there it was. The one. For there can be only one. I had found it..somewhere.

Don't forget to sat 'Hi'

It’s an image I made some time ago.

There’s no reason why, no strong emotional motivation for it, no deep philosophical meaning behind it.

I composed it out of mere curiosity. It expresses something about my personality that just fits, so I kept it.

I recently changed the color and added rotation.

I like it. That’s all that matters.

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It's a fave bra and panty set I bought a short while ago as it was similar to the first ones my ex bought for me to encourage my love of lingerie.
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It was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Years and years. It was late on a Saturday night...or was it Friday? Then again, it may have been a Sunday morning. I was snuggled up i bed, while sitting on the sofa. The cat was smoldering slowly by the fire. It must have been winter. There was music in the background. An accordion was playing somewhere. I disticntly remember it being as I had never heard one before. It's a strange kind of music. The sort that, once heard, is hard to forget.

The storm was blowing a hooley outside, rattling the windows on the back porch. Jon boy had been meaning to fix them before the storms arrived, but for one reason or another, he ever did get around to it. I was bored.
Bored with the mundane AV. I wanted something different. Different it had to be. There were so many options. Search after search came up empty. More of the mundane, until, unexpectedly, there it was. The one. For there can be only one. I had found it..somewhere.





You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.