A Little Fashion

For LL in the UK

As you may have guessed LL I find women fascinating and attractive...and I respect those who respect me. That lets you out, of course.

There is beauty in the naked female body - that can't be disputed. There is also beauty in a woman who knows how to dress (that lets you out again!). Just for a change here are some from my other portfolios. They are mostly dressed in style and they are all clothed.

As the Beach Boys sung...Round, round, get around, I get around

California

France

Cannes

Austria

Germany

Paris

London

Near New York

Germany

Oregon

St Tropez

San Francisco

Italy

Ciao

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are copyright. ©

A Few Musings

For LL in the UK

Every now and again LL, when I have a little peace and quiet, as I do right now, I reflect on my life and occasionally you and your rather pathetic machinations, the rubbish things you said about me and some of the women I revealed to you just after we parted.

To begin with and to perhaps put things in perspective here are a couple of extracts from my diary for 2004. I've made them large so you can read them. They are post your misdemeanour in March of that year. They tell their own story don't they LL. Bear in mind I had another diary in which your visits to me and me to you appeared along with more normal things. Three women in a week - four with you - wasn't that unusual.

Now you have an idea where you had me go after you revealed your continued relationship with the guy in Oxford, or rather near Oxford. I gave you enough chances and still you screwed up. Most of what you said about me was utter nonsense of course because you really didn't know me. You should have been a little more patient and less impulsive. It is your impulsiveness and poor judgement that has let you down throughout your life

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Then of course in 2006 after we had well and truly parted you decided to rubbish Carole just by way of an example as to how your small mind works. I will tell a few things about her now. Firstly, you knew nothing at all about her. She was very intelligent had a grown up son and daughter who were doing well and living elsewhere and was a senior officer in the Police Force. You said she looked like a prostitute, no doubt due to your jealousy at me having found a tall slim attractive woman. I will give you the fact that she liked sex, but in no way was she like what you alleged. In fact she liked sex more than you did. If I had told her how you described her she would have chewed you up and spat you out. She was and probably still is one tough lady

We had some very sexy times together, back-ways, forward, on top, over the kitchen counter, on the balcony of an apartment in Majorca (it was dark), in the bath, in a swimming pool, in my swimming pool, in the shower... to name but a few. Do you know something LL she couldn't get enough of me and she enjoyed lots of heavy petting too...sometimes, for the excitement, outdoors within sight of  other folk. You were staid by comparison.

And...do you know what. She was very fond of me. I'm not sure you ever were, looking back, unlike me toward you.

I could mention two others that you derided without knowing them. Rather than recount what you said about them and my cousin, who joined me in Florida following her divorce, I will leave you to dwell on the diary extracts above. I told you that you would have to get up early in the morning to fool me. There are lots more months like those above.

You were easy to fool, but it would never have happened if you had been faithful and also committed. You had enough chances and blew the lot. Now look where you are and where I am.

When you are confined to your home and the fella who won't make old bones has died of his obesity, sit back and reflect on your life and what it might or could have been.

Ciao

On a Plate

For LL in the UK

Not many folk get the opportunity of a great life and then take the wrong decision, but you did.

Although you weren't aware of the true extent of what you might have benefited from and the life style you might have enjoyed, you really did pass on the best in life. What did you pass it all up for? A fat guy who is both vertically and horizontally challenged. A man who habitually wears a man bag - only a certain sort of guy uses those things over here and wouldn't dare in the Southern States. Even his friends take the mickey.

Back to that plate. By now you will know what is on mine. A life so secure and comfortable, lacking for nothing and enjoyed in the company of my many friends and large family. Yours... hmmm? Small family (now even smaller), small circle of friends, two of which we 'share' and a small town outlook.

I figured out after we went our separate ways that essentially you are a coward. You couldn't tell me that you were moving on (incidentally, it was me that laid the foundations for that 'moving on') face to face. You were too cowardly to commit as well. That was your choice, but it stemmed from your own insecurity. There were other examples of cowardice too, not all in my time.

You never really knew the real me, did you. I was devoted to you for a while, until I found out that you had gone behind my back. For a period I thought it was a one off, but it wasn't. Then there's your other kind of dishonesty. The kind that kept my late wife's jewellery. I call that theft - you are a thief LL.. One day I will have it back or have the satisfaction of 'seeing' you in court. You see I haven't forgotten - just haven't gotten around to it. My life is too full of other far more pleasant things.

The real me eventually re-surfaced following the death of my first wife - you never waited to see. That, lady, was your loss. In fact you are a loser. Me, as you may have surmised by now, am a winner. You hitched yourself up to the wrong wagon.

Remember, the past has a habit of catching up with you...and it will, I can assure you of that.

In the meantime, you keep me greatly amused. Vacations in Spain wearing overcoats is just one. What are you both thinking of, taking a break in November. Then there's your size, yours not his. What ever happened to you? All that booze, I guess, had something to do with 'we are on the gins, on the vino, on the bubbly etc'. You are back where you were when your daughter married all those years ago, very large, except you are 30+ years older. Stretch marks from giving birth - who do you think you were kidding! Not me, but then I was too polite to say so. Not now.

The other thing that amuses me the most is how our paths have diverged so much from back then. You really did 'make all the wrong decisions' didn't you. You once said that if you had come back, I would get my 'revenge' by leaving you high and dry. I never would have done something like that, nor have I ever done it. I am not you LL. You were judging me by your own standards...not mine.

You should have come back and you know it, but your pride and fears got in the way and you lost the life I offered you. So what amuses me in that respect? It is the fact that it is revenge of a sort that I didn't seek, but in its way sweet nevertheless. When I 'see' where and how you live and with whom (weekends and vacations only) compared to where I am and my life, I am greatly amused.

I think I mentioned I was buying a place on Sanibel. Take a look.....the photographs are the realtor's and the furnishings are those of the previous owner. My own interior designer will be involved soon. Is your heart breaking.....? It should be. Once, this might have been all yours.

Ciao

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