Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
How Sweet It Is
I needed the shelter of someone's arms, there you were
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs, there you were
With sweet love and devotion
Deeply touching my emotion
I want to stop and thank you baby
I want to stop and thank you baby
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs, there you were
With sweet love and devotion
Deeply touching my emotion
I want to stop and thank you baby
I want to stop and thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
These words were written by Lamont Dozier and brothers Brian Holland and Eddie Holland. The trio wrote, arranged and produced many songs that helped define the Motown sound in the 1960s.
During their tenure at Motown from 1962 to 1967, Dozier and Brian Holland were the composers and producers for each song, and Eddie Holland wrote the lyrics and arranged the vocals. The song was recorded by the great Marvin Gaye and released in 1964.
It's been covered by other talents ever since, perhaps most associated with James Taylor, with Carly Simon singing harmony. That version hit the radio in 1975.
No doubt young Jim (or Jimmy) heard it at the time. A few years later, a young Jimmy made this photo of his then girlfriend, soon to be wife. How sweet it is.
I close my eyes at night
Wondering where would I be without you in my life
Everything I did was just a bore
Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before
But you brighten up for me all of my days
With a love so sweet in so many ways
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
You were better to me than I was to myself
For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
Wondering where would I be without you in my life
Everything I did was just a bore
Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before
But you brighten up for me all of my days
With a love so sweet in so many ways
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby
How sweet it is to be loved by you
During their tenure at Motown from 1962 to 1967, Dozier and Brian Holland were the composers and producers for each song, and Eddie Holland wrote the lyrics and arranged the vocals. The song was recorded by the great Marvin Gaye and released in 1964.
It's been covered by other talents ever since, perhaps most associated with James Taylor, with Carly Simon singing harmony. That version hit the radio in 1975.
No doubt young Jim (or Jimmy) heard it at the time. A few years later, a young Jimmy made this photo of his then girlfriend, soon to be wife. How sweet it is.
Labels:
girlfriend,
historic,
true stories,
unshaven,
vintage,
wife
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Fuck My Girlfriend, Please!
Garth writes:
I'm a college student living on the East coast who fantasizes about sharing his girlfriend of 2 years with other guys. I'm not bisexual or into cuckolding/humiliation I simply just want to see my girlfriend shared.
Me and my girl have been talking about a threesome for a while now, it started out as drunk dirty talk but has escalated into a major fantasy for both of us. Our only problem is finding the right guy, she's extremely picky. Until then I just have a threesome dream.
I'm a college student living on the East coast who fantasizes about sharing his girlfriend of 2 years with other guys. I'm not bisexual or into cuckolding/humiliation I simply just want to see my girlfriend shared.
Me and my girl have been talking about a threesome for a while now, it started out as drunk dirty talk but has escalated into a major fantasy for both of us. Our only problem is finding the right guy, she's extremely picky. Until then I just have a threesome dream.
If Garth and his girlfriend decide to invite another into their bed, I'm sure they'll have their pick. As you can see from her photos, she's smoking hot.
Labels:
anal,
breasts,
college,
couples,
girlfriend,
lingerie,
mff,
mirror,
mmf,
self snaps,
shaven,
true stories
Friday, June 21, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
My Point of View
Sometimes I waked up early, long before Will. I go to my favorite local coffeeshop with a book, and sometimes my laptop. Sometimes, tucked in a booth, I secretly read (or write) erotica. Sometimes it gets me frustrated, and hot. It's all I can do not to slip a hand quietly under my dress.
In the summer weather, I often get up and just slip on a sundress. I skip the shower, skip underwear. Sometimes at the coffeeshop I realize I am sitting with my legs uncrossed. I wonder if anyone has caught a glance and noticed the dark triangle between my legs is not fabric.
I don't think anyone has noticed, but sometimes, even after I realize I may be showing just a little peek between my parted legs, I make no attempt to close them. There is one female barista, in particular, who I really think is cute. I wouldn't mind if the guys checked me out, but it would really turn me on if she did.
Sometimes I have a little fantasy about her while I sip my latte.
Then I walk back home, and find Will in bed. I tell him I've been reading (or writing) erotica, or fantasizing again about the barista. He's usually a little groggy when he wakes up, but always sporting a hard-on, and ready for sex. I tell him I am not wearing any underwear, and that my pussy is wet.
"Oh yeah?" he says. He seems to be waking up quickly.
"Yeah," I say, as I slowly move over him to show him.
Of course, I snap a photo. Today is starting out really well.
In the summer weather, I often get up and just slip on a sundress. I skip the shower, skip underwear. Sometimes at the coffeeshop I realize I am sitting with my legs uncrossed. I wonder if anyone has caught a glance and noticed the dark triangle between my legs is not fabric.
I don't think anyone has noticed, but sometimes, even after I realize I may be showing just a little peek between my parted legs, I make no attempt to close them. There is one female barista, in particular, who I really think is cute. I wouldn't mind if the guys checked me out, but it would really turn me on if she did.
Sometimes I have a little fantasy about her while I sip my latte.
Then I walk back home, and find Will in bed. I tell him I've been reading (or writing) erotica, or fantasizing again about the barista. He's usually a little groggy when he wakes up, but always sporting a hard-on, and ready for sex. I tell him I am not wearing any underwear, and that my pussy is wet.
"Oh yeah?" he says. He seems to be waking up quickly.
"Yeah," I say, as I slowly move over him to show him.
Of course, I snap a photo. Today is starting out really well.
Labels:
cameras,
couples,
flashing,
girl-girl,
girlfriend,
true stories,
unshaven
Monday, June 17, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)