Today I want to celebrate being alive, walking down my stairs each morning to a wall of sticky, loamy humidity, to being vexed, elated, tickled, hungry, itchy, sleepy, horny, shattered, and satisfied.
I want to celebrate being able to meet each need, to counter an imbalance, and to voice an opinion.
I want to be proud in my skin, accepting of my character, and never stop believing in the meaning of life, which — obviously — is meaning. At least it is to me.
Sometimes I think what I do here is frivolous, silly, opportunistic, but then I think about the good I can do with it. The teeny, tiny amount of good to the few I reach on occasion and I erase those thoughts and blow lustily on the little bits left behind which obscure the beautiful words beneath.
It’s all worth it.
A clear, sunny morning…
… means revealing…
… myself to you again.
NOT my tits:
Panty Parade says, “I like this shot because it shows that I’m wearing a baseball jersey (I’m a huge baseball fan), but it’s also flirty.” I’d say it’s a lot more than flirty!
Emma brutalizes her pert little titties in the best possible ways.
Ginger and her friend had fun with yet another in the room.
This is Naughty Nic’s first submission. Apparently, she and I are of a mind this week.
Kayla killin’ it with the shiny objects and luscious breast.
Cara worried that this might be too much. I assured her it was perfect. She’s also a birthday girl this week. Happy birthday, honey!!
Molly rejoins us with this ethereal imprint, as if she’s pressed against glass.
I love this image for a lot of reasons. Just one of them being the weight of Beck’s breasts.
G says she loves participating in “massive boobage” each week. I love it when she does!