January 18th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Write Me A Letter
This vintage image should appeal to those of you who’ve ever exchanged love letters. I wonder what she’s about to write?
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From the look in her eyes, it would be something like this ” Honey, hope the trip is going well, all is fine here but please send 8AA batteries when you can get to the general store” Love me
these vintage pics are so cool, you should include the poster or
the file name, so we can see what other pics were posted on usenet by this person.
Well, that would be nice, but I’m not aware of anybody who has archives of UseNet going back as far as most of these pics have been on my hard drive, so even if I still had that information, which I don’t, I’m not sure it would do anybody any good.
(On a side note, she reminds me of Natalie Portman a bit)
Dearest,
If it pleases you, which I hope it does because it pleases me very much, I’m writing to you in a state of slight undress, but if I were speaking to you rather than writing, I am quite sure the slight would turn into complete.
Come home soon!
Me thinks my dearest, that upon your return from afar, I shall tickle your fancy with my quill
She’s clearly a New England girl, so she’s getting ready to write:
There was a young lad from Nantucket,
Whose quill wasn’t stiff till I sucked “it”,
I went weak in the knees,
Crossed my “I”s AND my “T”s,
When “it” tripled in size as I fucked “it” !!!
Maybe she’s writing this:
There once was a young girl named Heather,
who wrote to her beau, with a feather:
“My life would be grand,
if you’d spank me by hand,
but I’d settle for paddlings with leather”…
Oh, this is beautiful.
~YLS
Faustus’s September 2, 2009 Erosblog posting had a “Similar Sex Blogging” link that led me back here, so after some further thought, I’ve tried to put new words on our damsel’s paper:
“I still feel last night’s parting embrace,
as I sit here, all dolled up in lace.
Yes, I loved last night’s kiss,
but it fell short of bliss,
as I’d rather have sat on your face!”