Captain’s Log 4,462
Whir whir whir goes the machine known as the I Think I Look Like Angela Lansbury With Fifty Shades of Grey contest. Such fun! Such excitement! You too can play. All I need is a photo “interpreting” what that means to you. Simply send it to me at poolagirl (at) aol dot com and I will write the lovely smut I know you simply cannot wait to read. Get on it! Contest ends September 30th.
This fine entry comes from a journalist I met during my Diaryland days. Hailing from England, Anna Not Bob is a fine writer, painter, and curator of all things garden. She has also found her first geocache, so I know we are kindred spirits in more ways than one. She visited the U.S. a few years back but her journey did not take her anywhere close to San Diego. Why do we have to be such a fookin’ big country? I hope to meet her in 3D someday. But for now……
Standing in front of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting (of all things), this vixen compounds the fierce temptation for poor Christian! The reddish/pinkish tones of this photograph are bound to make him mad with desire (besides that obvious enormous va-jay-jay hanging right behind her head)! Hand behind her head like a young and willful maiden, she calls to him with a look bordering on sinister. Is it a smile or a challenge? Will he rip off her snug hat and unleash more than just her hair (also with red tones – where’s Titian when you need him). It’s also obvious she’s been biting her lip. Nibble nibble nibble that drives him to fierce longing – and starts Mr. Spanky Hand to twitching. When asked if she had been biting, she glances his way and says, “Come see for yourself which of my lips is wet, Mr. Grey.” Glancing at Miss O’Keeffe’s painting, he snarls and makes his move. My inner goddess is heading off to the nearest yarn shop. Do they have knitting lessons on Saturday?
Oh how much fun! At least this has been fun for me. I hope everyone who is reading is enjoying it too. Get on the train, people! Chugga chugga wooo woooo wooooooo!