Stamps Of Approval #44 (Hot Sexy Women Pic Dump - 20 Photos)

So Much To Comment On...I'm So Turned On...

Talk about flippin' amazing! I'd love her hair on my skin...mmmmm...I think I've posted her before, but thank goodness I don't know her name because I'd search her out to the end of the world! She might or might not be bi-racial, I don't know for sure, but anyone in this world still against interracial couples have got to be out of their minds! Seriously, they are the most beautiful creatures on this planet. Hands down.

So Flat, You Could Use It As A Level

I think I know what a level is, but I'm not really sure, but I do know you need it to be flat to level stuff. I got a new washer a few years back and the guy came to install it and had a really tough time levelin' it out, his words not mine, because the floors were all bowed and stuff. He finally got it but sometimes it walks when I do a really big load. And when it walks, it sometimes moves the water tube out of the tub, and the water goes everywhere! It stinks, but that's life. Maybe if I invite this gal over to lay down next to my washer, I could really get the dang thing right!

Tell Me Something Dirty #52

Hmmm...I Think I'll Have Burgers And Watermelon For Dinner

I have no idea why this title came into my mind, but as I've stated before I just type the first thing that comes to my mind...it keeps it more authentic, you know? And believe me, I know I've typed some uber silly post titles, but I think I've gotten a few good ones in there too! But doesn't she just look like she tryin' to decide somethin'? I totally think so...but now I want burgers and watermelon!

A Bevy Of Beauties #10: A Tag Bonanza (41 Photos)

I've collected so many pics over the years and the ones that I don't choose to feature on my blogs and social sites ultimately just get deleted...But why? I've decided to just bunch them all together and post them anyway. I mean, I originally liked the pic enough to save it, right? So why not share it? So this is where I'll dump all the pics I decided for whatever reason won't be featured during my regular posting sessions when I get enough of them to fill a post (if you've followed me for some time, you have to know I'm a creature of habit, right?). So I hope you enjoy them as much as I did finding them! *KISSES*

I Wish My Name Began With An "R"

I don't know much else about Emily Dickinson other than she was a poet and that most of her work was published after she died, found locked away in her house, but I did read a historical fiction series where she was a minor character who fell in love with one of the major character's sisters. I don't if Miss Dickinson likin' women is historically accurate, but it was an interestin' take on this time in the world.

Here's some more erotic poetry:

“Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes” by Billy Collins

First, her tippet made of tulle,

easily lifted off her shoulders and laid

on the back of a wooden chair.

And her bonnet,

the bow undone with a light forward pull.

Then the long white dress, a more

complicated matter with mother-of-pearl

buttons down the back,

so tiny and numerous that it takes forever

before my hands can part the fabric,

like a swimmer’s dividing water,

and slip inside.

You will want to know

that she was standing

by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,

motionless, a little wide-eyed,

looking out at the orchard below,

the white dress puddled at her feet

on the wide-board, hardwood floor.

The complexity of women’s undergarments

in nineteenth-century America

is not to be waved off,

and I proceeded like a polar explorer

through clips, clasps, and moorings,

catches, straps, and whalebone stays,

sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.

Later, I wrote in a notebook

it was like riding a swan into the night,

but, of course, I cannot tell you everything –

the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,

how her hair tumbled free of its pins,

how there were sudden dashes

whenever we spoke.

What I can tell you is

it was terribly quiet in Amherst

that Sabbath afternoon,

nothing but a carriage passing the house,

a fly buzzing in a windowpane.

So I could plainly hear her inhale

when I undid the very top

hook-and-eye fastener of her corset

and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,

the way some readers sigh when they realize

that Hope has feathers,

that reason is a plank,

that life is a loaded gun

that looks right at you with a yellow eye.

It Won't Zip Up Any More, Sorry

If I'm right, this one is about someone introducing someone else to a life of toys, most likely a dominate-subordinate type of life, and the person must know what everything is called, what it does, and what not to do with it...I bet this is a very excitin' time for the person doin' the explaining...to know that soon, their desires will be fulfilled with new scents, new touches, new moans, new sweat...

Here's some more erotic poetry:

“Naming of Parts” by Henry Reed

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,

We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,

We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,

To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica

Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,

And to-day we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this

Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,

When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,

Which in your case you have not got. The branches

Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,

Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released

With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me

See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy

If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms

Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see

Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this

Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it

Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this

Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards

The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:

They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy

If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,

And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,

Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom

Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,

For to-day we have naming of parts.