“I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart”
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Baby, It’s Cold Outside.
Especially when a person isn’t wearing the proper attire for the weather. Perhaps, more layers of clothing might have been needed in order to keep your favorite little kitty warm.
My Christmas carol theme is “Feliz Navidad” and my wonderful photographer picked “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”
My wonderful photographer, my “Beloved” aka “Old Man” wanted to share his choices. So, this is his choice of Christmas songs along with the photos he took & picked out.
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This week’s Boob Day Theme is “Buttoned Up”
I really do like having a theme for Boob Day. Makes it’s easy, creative and challenging all in one. I tried to give the illusion, that my shirt wouldn’t stay buttoned. So, the viewer gets a peek of my bra and what seems to be my buttons that popped open.
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“Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on a shove
It don’t mean much
Joker on jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
Is a dead man’s touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn’t change a thing
Don’t bring you back
Blue on black”
“Blue on Black” – Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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The very first song that will always remind me of him. This photo is dedicated to him.
I chose this photo because I loved the angle of my body, how beautiful the curve of my breast is.
Not only that, I asked my two male advisers which photo they preferred. As you can see this one is the one they picked.
“It’s more of an erotic shot.”
“It gives just enough.”
Once upon a time, when I was so much younger, I practiced the Catholic religion. Confession was something I did on Saturday nights before attending mass on Sunday. I am no longer Catholic, however I still have the behavior grained into my being. So, confession is not always a good thing. Because I am guilty of something, a sin, immorality of some kind. Confession can led to hurting the ones I love the most. Not intentionally of course, but it’s still painful to them.
Not to long ago, I made a confession to the one who loves me more than his own life. He is the other half of me. I would never hurt him on purpose, yet, I couldn’t keep this inside. Why? Because he is my best friend, I share with him everything. From flirting online to flirting at work with other men to what’s going on deep inside my head. Sure we have all secrets that we, alone, keep.
I confessed one “sin” yet kept the other part of that confession, that “sin” hidden, buried in my soul. When I had shared with him, my thoughts regarding that situation he told me “there will be consequences for the choices you make, you will get hurt and I don’t want that.” I’m like a child, I didn’t care about afterwards. I’m in the now. I do what I want, most of the time.
I was intoxicated with desire & lust, the sensation of it all. I crave it from time to time, even the bad parts. The addictive personality part of me is always wanting more of it. However, I must admit now that it is probably all for the best. I’m confessing that I as much as I tossed the thought around, had plenty of opportunity. I just couldn’t go through with it. Besides I didn’t wanna have to confess that to him.
I have noticed though it’s becoming more difficult trying to keep that part of me in the box locked up under the bed. I don’t wanna hurt him ever. I can skirt the issue, avoidance is always good too. Most of my confessions are here, hiding in between the lines of my blog posts.
I never did say all those Hail Mary’s & Our Father’s when the priest told me too. It doesn’t matter what others think or what conclusions they come to. What matters most to me is that I can confess to my Mr if & when I ever need to. Without the feelings of shame, guilt or rejection. He can do the same with me. We’ve even confessed some similar things to each other, always puts a smile on our faces.
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