OD-ing on this sweaty, snake-hipped absolute sex god adonis. Gorgeousness of Glasgow.
I just…need him today. You make it go away, and you make it worse all at the same time.
I adore you, and I don’t care if you think me a lunatic. Well, I do. And you no doubt do.
So be it. (SM start in the clip around 5min 40sec)
I’ve missed him so much! It has been a looooong year!
Jim, I love you. You make me want to be alive.
Been fannying around tonight…doing silly stuff and just…playing…keeping the creative juices flowing…
Today I will be mostly trying to spot nipple on a rather resplendent and rippled chest.
Ooh I do love a skinny boy.
YES! It is not lost on me the irony…
But I can’t help what I like to be aesthetically pleasing.
The fact that I am a washed out old hag with tits that flop to her knees and legs the size of tree stumps is neither here nor there.
Oh, I have done some painting today too. If only I could endlessly paint (well!) this fine specimen of perfection. Right down to that luscious, kinky folded ear. Nom nom nom!!
(Damn, I should have nibbled on it at Bridlington! I WAS ON HIS LEFT SIDE FFS!)
How I’d *want* to look smoking…
How I’d actually be!
(Except, of course, nowhere NEAR as funny as Lucille Ball)
I *had* to do something with this image…I just had to!
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Was watching the Rockpalast gig from Cologne, 1982, earlier.
Celebrate came on and I was already thinking “here we go!”…then the lovely thigh-rubbing action I had forgotten about happened. Grrr!
Haven’t made a gif for a long while, but I had to make this clip of Jim in full sweaty, thigh-rubbing glory. Nom nom nom!!!