You wanted it, you got it! Public desire was very clear–69% said yes to the pic, only 25% said no.
It’s a very erotic picture. The dark on light. The unmade bed, hinting of either bliss that was had or ecstasy to come. A room in a city–illicit love affair or a one-night stand while on a business trip? Or maybe a second honeymoon to an exotic country to rekindle passion. I sense a story coming on. . .
Go ahead and share your thoughts. If you’re interested, here’s the link to the original post and just how this photograph came to be on my hard drive.
Today I received an email from a man who wrote the following:
But what good are 2 naked bodies when there isn’t any connection? What do you think? I mean…the best under-the-sheet experiences are those with people you can actually laugh with and are comfortable having them laugh at you…am I rambling? oh well..:)
It’s been a long while for me too…lol…hopefully we can help each other fix it
At the bottom of the email, an erotic picture of him lying face-down on a bed.
Do you want to see the picture?
Why is this man sending the picture? Who the heck knows. Why is he sending me an email? That I have an answer for–he was answering a personal ad I posted on Craigslist. I do this occasionally, post a personal ad. No, it’s not THAT kind of ad, it’s a straight-up, woman looking for man, a LTR (long term relationship), normal ad. Yes, there are weirdos out there, but these same weirdos are also in bars, in single groups, and various other places I might meet single men. I’m careful, cautious, blah, blah, blah. As far as the issue of quality potential partners, I figure if I’m posting, chances are there are other sane people out there responding to ads as well.
And I have met some wonderful men. And I’ve interacted with some not-so-wonderful men.
Once again I ask, do you want to see the picture?
Now, normally I’m not one to violate a person’s privacy and share, should I say, intimate visuals of that person’s derriere or pre-derriere. However, this was sent to me by a man with whom I’ve NEVER corresponded. He doesn’t know my name, he doesn’t even know my email address as it was sent through Craigslist. And thanks to his picture, I’ll never correspond with him.
I’m thinking he WANTS to share his private self with the public. Right? Or would I be crossing a line?
Come back on Friday to see the results of the poll!
I’m looking for an
unapologetically slutty uninhibited woman who drinks to excess has a thirst for life, isn’t afraid to drive topless down Highway 1 exhibit her free spirit and doesn’t mind a guy who will never callvalues his independence.
cranking up the iPod so I can’t hear you whine while we’re hiking leg-burning slopes being in that zone where we’ve reached non-verbal communication, sex without a condom taking risks and dialing you up incoherently at 4 a.m. placing that phone call that makes your day.
You’re probably the kind of girl who
had a lesbian experience with her college roommates has a wealth of life experiences, is eager to disrobe in front of someone other than your ho-hum husband try new things and loves to slave all day over a hot stove heat things up.
Me? I’m a
well-hung thoughtful, 6-3 idiot white guy from 200-proof 100 % Irish stock with a college rap sheet degree and an aversion to commitment women who post ads stating “I’m comfortable in jeans or dressed up for a night on the town.” (You know how to change clothes! Way to rise above the crowd!). I have a lengthy list of immensely satisfied ex-lovers favorite activities, all of them except the one I need you for being outdoors.
On we go. I’ll get the ball rolling by posting a few pictures. Feel free to do the same if you reply. Just because you’re
a techno-moron “new to the online thing” is no excuse. Translation for those educated in the Oakland school system: No pic, no reply.
obviously the one in all the pictures. If you’re more interested in my alcoholic, erectile issue-laden bald friend, I’ll be glad to forward your email to his wife.
Perusing the Personal Ads on Craigslist today, I came across this gem. Reads like the back of an erotica. For the right woman. . . Although not for me because I don’t meet his height/weight proportions. Sigh. Then there’s the matter of not knowing if I’m a sub or dom (or neither or both) at heart. What are your thoughts?
Tall, good-looking sane & normal Dom seeks sub for ravishing LTR (fairfield / vacaville)
Date: 2012-04-29, 4:12PM PDT
Reply to: email@example.com
Well, you clicked on my headline, which means you’re at least curious, and that’s a good start. I really am what I say: tall (that’s objective), good-looking (or so I’m told), sane (that’s easy enough), and normal (or at least normal-seeming). Add employed, creative, artsy, and athletic and you’ve got me in a nutshell. But it’s you, in a nutshell (well, not literally), that I’m looking for.
But first let me say what I’m looking for.I’m looking for a live in 24/7 thing Someone to help run my home.
I’m much more interested in sensual dominance than pain, though I’m not averse to giving you a sound spanking if you should displease me.
Rather, I envision a relationship between equal partners in the “real world” and, well, in reality. In public I’ll treat you like a lady, and in private I’ll treat you like my slut and toy.
Notice that possessive–my. You’ll belong to me, and you’ll know it, and you’ll like the way that feels–knowing that I can, and will, have you at my whim. That I might at anytime grab a handful of your hair and force you to your knees, or order you to strip solely because I like to look at you.
Everyday won’t be like this, of course, but when we’re alone I will reserve the right to use you as I see fit. An evening in with a DVD becomes so much more interesting when you’re nude beside me, your hands bound behind your back, my fingers so gently stroking between your legs. Brunch with your friends becomes that much more fun when I come in your mouth just before we leave the house and order you not to swallow until we reach the restaurant.
Arms tied above your head, legs spread wide and lashed down to the posts of my bed while I toy with you, nuzzle your neck, lick your cunt until you almost come–these things will be your new reality.
Not your only reality, of course; for, though I might relish living in a gothic castle where I could keep you in chains, the fact is, I live in a beautiful house . and there are times where the thing I most want in the world from my sub is simple everyday companionship.
If you’re an “ordinary” girl with extraordinary desires, a coquette and a cumslut, both the girl and the whore next door, I do hope you’ll be in touch. I’m flexible on age/race, but I do ask that you be height/weight proportionate (and that you tell me what that is). I would love to see a picture, too, though if want to write first, just to test that I’m real, I understand.
So tell me about yourself–what you look like, what you like to do, what you fantasize about. I’m interested, really I am.
Please put “on my knees” in your subject line. That way I’ll know you’re not someone trying to harvest my email address.
I just about peed my pants when I read this man’s personal ad on Craigslist today. He sounded like a decent fellow until I read the fine print. I’ve highlighted the best parts below. . .
“I’ve been single 5 years now, longest ever…FiftyThree.Is 50s now taboo? Seems so on the dating sites, 49 yr old women asking for under 50. When I was 45 I was dating 30 year olds -they found me…. Being I’m self employed I dont get out much these days, so hard to meet someone…” AKA unemployed.
“Date for for who I am, not who you think I am.” Just exactly who does HE think he is?
“you? SWM or SAF, fit, funny, adventureous, and not overweight!” Again, just who does HE think he is? And it gets better.
“Women and cars are very much alike, in fact many are designed after or with a womens body in mind! Really… go look at the gorgeous 275GTB/4 Ferrari, nothing like it. Yet go look at a 60s Linclon and you’ll see how nasty it looks! I prefer Ferraris and Jaguars over Fords and Chevys… if ya get my meaning. LOL” Vroom vroom. Not.
Um. I’m not sure where to even go with this one.
I think I should drop him a line, let him know he gets my tired engine revving. Should I send him a picture of my newly buffed Prius? It’s a hybrid ya know, wink, wink, and hybrids do it two ways. My Toyota might not be white, but she’s a SAF.
Hmmm. I wonder what vehicle he is?