How does it start, a moment like this?

The men, tanned and sixties with their slim swim shorts and muscled torsoes. Their hungry grabs at her, making their stake in the afternoon’s events very clear. 

Her desire, breathing hot and wet through black cotton.

I know how this ends - the sweat and cum and panting red-facedness of it all.

But really, how does a moment like this start?

Farmer Hank was a selfish but giving man, for those that play by his rules.

His appetites were endless, and he was callous in his demands, sending his ladies to tend the angry yak, naked and still dripping with his hot seed, before heading back in for a warm lunch.

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Everyone should have at least one experience in their lives where desire for another body completely overcomes proper social protocol.

Me, I’ve had that a few times. (Top of my head: Air in concert 2001, Kits Beach 2006, Vancouver General Hospital 2008. Wow, I’d forgotten about that last one. That boyfriend was a kinky, kinky man…)

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Redhead with ripped jeans and small pink nipples standing in front of modern art?

I push her against the pointillist mural, her body cold from the long photo shoot. Our lips meet. It happens so quickly - one hand pulls the small of her back, the other pushing into the front of her hot jeans. My body is pressing, one leg spreads hers apart just enough.

She’s responding like I hoped she would. Wet. Panting. Returning my intensity. 

Fuuuuck that is a hot fantasy. 

Ohhhhh Canada.

We’re pretty reliable at a few core competencies:

• playing hockey
• catching fish
• giving head
• snowboarding
• being comfortable getting naked outside

Yes. It absolutely is better up here. 

Strange city; dark night. The air seems thicker and sweeter than where you live.

She takes your cock out. Ignores the sharp gravel pressing into her bare knees. You can’t believe you’re doing thi— oh. fuck. yes.

You all know my policy.

Jean shorts = automatic reblog. Especially on tight, tanned ass like this.

I’ve been wearing my hair in a ponytail lately, and have been wondering if it is too young/immature a look for business and/or sex appeal. This photo is making me think that I’m good though.

Goddammit this man is hot.

If I could, I’d pay $10,000 for a weekend with him.

Panting for each other. Her bold topless surprise between the buildings finally delivering on months of torturous tension. Inhaling hungrily. What happens next can’t be taken back.

I know you’d love me to do this for you.

I’ve heard you ask me many times, in the silence between your hot breaths. 

Okay, so, um… then the alien… robot… um… ticklish… mind control… 

No. I got nothing.

Nothing but love for this vintage disco muff robot sex party that is!