Two Of My Favorite Things; Rachel Cook And A MB Pagoda

I find my mind drawn to the little horseshoe

A new style drone, with no motor noise.

Murciélago de papel

Emma, The Pet

Hi, I'm Emma. Won't you come on through.

Taking the guest's arm like a gentleman takes a lady's arm, Emma guides the guest to a large leather sofa that is angled to view both the fireplace and the pool. Disengaging from the guest's arm, Emma motions for the guest to sit, then sits closely beside.  She places their hand on her warm smooth thigh, leaving her hand on top.

Emma makes idle chit chat, mostly just to hear her own sweet voice. She talks about the couch they are sitting on, the water in the pool outside, the warmth the fireplace gives the room, the coolness of the floor tiles, the way the light plays through the room during the day or night, whatever tickles her fancy at the moment. During this chit chat. Emma plays with the guests hand on her thigh, patting it, stroking it, tapping it, trapping it when the guest try’s to remove it, or moving their hand closer to her knee or hip.

When the host enters, Emma removes the guest's hand from her thigh, kisses it gently on the palm and places it on their own leg. She stands and crosses the room to intercept the host entwining their arms, seemingly begging for a kiss on her cheek or neck until she receives it. As the host sits in a chrome and white leather chair across from the couch, the host's hand moves to the small of Emma's back while she lightly perches on the small mahogany side table next to the host's chair. Emma now seems to be glowing, a slight satisfied smile on her lips. The host pats the spot where his hand was and asks Emma to bring in some of the lemonade from the kitchen. She stands quickly and taps away in her high heels to retrieve the refreshments. The sound of Emma's heels is continuous through her journey from the room to the kitchen and back to the room. Like she's keeping time. Upon her return, she places sweating glasses of  lemonade in the hands of the host and the guest. As she approaches the host again, he suggests to her to 'go play'. Emma quickly pecks the host on the cheek, waves demurely to the guest and quickly is heard a tap, tap, pad, tap, pad, pad, as she takes off the heels on her way out of the room. During the opening of the conversation, Emma is heard, and seen, outside, jumping into the pool, naked.

Driving gloves mean you're serious.

(from my days of driving sports cars)

This girl is just so Plush.

🩷my wishlist 🩷

like this post if you think all birthday-girls should cover their tits in sprinkles 😉

She’s trying to find her panties. Don’t tell her, they’re in my pocket. :)

this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

This is surprisingly real. Maybe it takes a certain type of girl or a special base level of attraction.

Valentine's Day, are you happy?