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in Wanton Wednesday
I can now joined the ranks of true technology-geeks, I finally have a smartphone. I decided on an android-based phone, and while I’m not thrilled with AT&T (as anybody who follows me on Twitter knows) I couldn’t switch to Verizon or Sprint either, so my hands were tied and not in the good way.
One of the first things I did was download some fun camera apps, and snapped a few of these while at work one day. I’m still learning the android-ropes, finding good apps (suggestions are welcome!!!) and learning my phone (Samsung Captivate…do NOT get the HTC aria!)
These pics were taken using the very cool Retro Camera app.
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in Wanton Wednesday
Somehow, taking this picture while I was on a Liberator ramp made me look even more pale than I am. Of course, there’s something about my skin that in natural lighting I tend to glow a little.
I swear, I’m not a vampire.
But…..I DO bite. It’s just another one of my oral fixations. But I’m a courteous biter. Only if allowed and only in good spots ;)
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This is an unused out-take from a bunch of photos I took to be considered for a post I wrote last year on my oral fixations. Another version went on to Tits for Troops, I’ll be posting that here next week I think.
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I’ve been accused of having “DSL”s which I didn’t know what that stood for until someone spelled it out for me…. Dick Sucking Lips.
What’s the definition of that, by the way? Can’t all lips wrap around a cock?
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The most delicious part of a perfect kiss is not the pressing of lips together. It is not the claiming, lustful engulfing.
It’s the moment of hesitation. When lips are millimeters apart, when time freezes, when your brain stops thinking and just reacts, just feels.
Perhaps it is the hesitation before lips meet for a first, tentative kiss. Or maybe it’s a hesitation in the transition between small, explorative kisses and giving in to lust. It could be that the hesitation is due to uncertainty. Or fighting a losing battle over lust. With an established partner that hesitation could also be intentional and meant to merely be a maddening tease. Draw out the longed-for moment of contact.
The hesitation is one of those times where so much more is said in the inaction than the action. And I keep coming back to it in my mind, and it is just as prominent in my memory bank as the actual kiss. Recalling the brief second where a whirling eddy of thoughts and wants ran through my own mind is almost more arousing to me now than the kiss that followed.
