Normally that really pisses me off. You invest in an emotional (or perhaps I mean lustful) connection with these guys, and then they deny you the goods just before the climax.
It's a very severe form of coitus interruptus; a travesty, in fact, in the smooth progression towards porno explicitness.
In this case, I find the images so charming and, er, artful, that I'm prepared to overlook the crime.
All of them -- the same with almost every image on this blog -- benefit from clicking to enlarge.
There's something about the hairiness that is particularly enticing.
That and a sense of genuine (fake) connection between the two.
It's almost as if they're not models but real people.
Or perhaps I've just been looking at way too much porn and I now find it impossible to tell the difference?
Maybe: in which case you are going to have to rely on yourself from now onwards, rather than using me as your guide through pornoland.
I'll just be sitting here, enjoying the quiet contemplation of these lovely, er, lovelies.
1 comment:
A pair of lovelies indeed. I also love seeing the crucifix in the background - men and trains are erotic, men and religion also (IMHO).
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