Things That Make You Go Hmmm

[TwistedMister]

Damn. I wish that shot weren't so narrow. I'd like to see more of that car, it looks like it has some nice lines.

[eido]

Thanks, that was the song. There's a radio edit version without the word 'bitch' that I must have been remembering. Nice car too.

More in a minute.

Eido

[poor]

Placing the tip of my tongue on her clitoris.

Try it! (but not the theme tune to 'The Flintstones' if you want to still be doing it 30 seconds later)

[Atone]

Placing the tip of my tongue on her clitoris.

Try it! (but not the theme tune to 'The Flintstones' if you want to still be doing it 30 seconds later)

sorry, I'm lost on this one.

[poor]

Poke your tongue out and go "Hmmmmmm..."

[eido]

Well, a minute turned into a few days. Funny how that works. Would it be a rude comparison to say I was thinking of you chastity folk when I turned the dogs out of their cages this morning? Too late to take it back now, isn't it?

Okay, of all the holiday pageantry I observed in the last few days, which I hope to relate in great detail soon, one stands out more than any.

She was all in black, but despite the chill, or perhaps because of her layers, she had no coat. A short sweater or sweatshirt pretending to be a dress covered the top, and a pair of calf high boots with a low heel covered her feet and above. In between was a pair of black tights with small oval cutouts running up both legs. And they were perfectly aligned straight up her legs. She walked with purpose, a shopping mission maybe, but her expression was not harsh or defensive. She had to know how much attention she received, but she either didn't care or just expect it was her due.

Belated Merry Christmas and early Happy New Year.

Eido

[eido]

The winter here in Limbo has been mild this week, giving me the opportunity to stand in line at the store behind a woman that made me go hmmm.

She's in her 20s. Maybe a fitness instructor or maybe on her way home from the gym. Or, maybe she's a college student and she rides a bicycle everywhere she goes. She's taller than average, with pale, unblemished skin. Not a Nordic blond, but maybe a German or Alpine blond. Her yellow gold hair hangs straight and unadorned. Her brows are light brown and her eyes are gray or maybe hazel.

A fitness buff, you ask? Is it the heavy white t-shirt with the logo I can't quite catch? Maybe. Or maybe it's the black knee length cycling shorts that stick to her like a second skin. They look a lot like this:


except this young woman is definitely not plus sized. She's lean and lithe, which I get to watch as she unloads her cart. I try not to stare like a total perv, but I want to be able to describe her to you later.

To complete the picture, she has these cute little shoes with little black footie socks:


Why do I mention her here? Aside from the fact that I just like to do this and you all seem to put up with it? Did I mention how tight those shorts were? You chastity folks popped into my mind yet again when I realized that of all the grown adults in the store that day, there were exactly two that I could be absolutely certain were not wearing a device under their street clothes.

Eido

[KEITHAleXTon]

She had just one towel wrapped around her and bowed down to deal with one of the rugs on the floor, thereby completely exposing her wonderful behind and her intimate region to me. I almost had my tongue in there before she turned around..

[eido]

She stepped out of the convertible, another warmer than usual winter day here in Limbo, and everything about her was wrong. Taken individually, her features were all the sort that don't turn me on.

Her back is to me, and she still has one foot in the car. Her legs are bare and tan and skinny. She's wearing 4 or 5 inch heels, some kind of animal print. Her tight blue mini-skirt clings to her narrow butt. A tan blouse, fitted, creating at least a little bit of an hourglass to her figure. Brown hair over styled. Arms, legs, and the portion of face I can see as she turns her head are all too tan, maybe a spray on job. Too much make-up from what I can see. As usual, I'm trying not to stare too hard. Her face is younger than I expect. A college co-ed or recent grad, maybe?

The thing is, in the aggregate, this look worked for her. She had control of it. She owned it, to overuse a common expression.

A woman accustomed to ownership and control. That made me go hmmmm....

Eido

[eido]

In line today. A long, slow line. Distraction walks through the door. She is upper 20s, maybe. I have a tough time telling anymore. Anyway, she's pretty, of course, about 5' 5" and lean, like a runner. Except for her long light brown hair, she's dressed for the heat in a yellow bandeau top with a white blouse over it, tan capri shorts, or are they capri pants? I never got to her shoes. As she took her place in line one person behind me, she kept fingering something on a chain around her neck. She had a very distracted, thoughtful look on her face. The talisman on that gold chain? A key, of course. Was it just jewelry? An abstract and non-mechanical bit of metal. Or was it actually a working key, fitting something, somewhere, and making it open?

I could never tell, and would never be so forward as to question, no matter how innocently.

I'll just have to let it make me go hmmmmm.

Eido.