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I It was a very hot day in my city today. I can’t begin to tell you how much I love warm days like this. The urge to get out under the sun and basque in the heat and humidity is more than I can handle. Working on my own has allowed me the opportunity to make my own hours and work as many hours as I please. Knowing very well the temperature this week was ideal to feed my obsession, I booked heavy in early morning and ended around noon. My only thought after my last appointment was heading out into the deck with my cell phone, a bottle of water and my towel for a long afternoon lounge in the sun. I have grown into bad habits. No longer is tanning in my bikini acceptable anymore but rather tanning in the nude is what tickles my fancy. And so grew my liking for nude tanning at home during the week and who can blame a girl. Without a worry I headed into the deck, turned on my radio and removed my towel before laying in my lounger. I love the feeling of intense heat on my nipples and between my legs,caressing me in a sense. Moments fly by quickly, quietly and painlessly as though I was meant to be where I am…my body relaxed and mind relieved of any fears and tensions. Harry is my neighbor and he is a middle aged man. He has a full time job and works during the week. Harry is always very nice to me when his wife isn’t around or if she is drunk. No sooner had I closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep did I hear Harry’s footsteps in the garden of his yard. I thought I was dreaming and paid no mind. I turned over onto my back and continued to bronze thinking about the prettiest things I could….the shoes I saw the other day that I purchased, the hot man I saw yesterday when I stopped at the red light. The sound of the trees and my radio did not allow me to immediately hear shuffling in the other yard until I opened my eyes slightly to see Harry peaking between the boards of my fence. Well, he’d already seen me in all my glory…there was no reason for me to cover up…and I didn’t. Harry watched me for a few minutes until I stood up to get some water and then I heard him say hello . I threw my cover up over me and we spoke for a few minutes, him acting as though he hadn’t been watching me, and me as though I didn’t know about his naughty behavior. This is what I love so about men. That primal instinct of a man towards a woman, their body hair, the ability of a man to sense a female is near and to stalk her in silence….In Darwinian terms (ehhmm, this is my attempt at thinking philosophically and to hell if I know anything about Darwin) Harry was stalking me, attracted to my scent, ready to take me right there under the sun without a word….just primal…like a caveman. Did you ever see that commercial that always say “it’s so easy even a caveman can do it?” That guys turn me on, he is hot! I would do Mr. Caveman, unzip his pants, throw him down onto a rock, run my fingers through his hair...Oh yes, Bella has a problem...Don’t email me to inform of this...I didn’t just discover it. It’s good to be back and thanks to all, bella  |
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Welcome back! It's so great to see you again.  Come into my realm! You aren't afraid...are you?
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7/6/2007 10:51 pm |
Bella, the place next tme is up for rent. Good sunny back yard. Love Bella in heat. grunts. knuckles dragging as I walks out to see if she's naked again...
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7/6/2007 10:51 pm |
Bella, the place next to me is up for rent. Good sunny back yard. Love Bella in heat. grunts. knuckles dragging as I walk out to see if she's naked again...
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7/7/2007 9:13 pm |
ARg...I am caveman..hear me roar!
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7/8/2007 9:43 am |
Welcome Home Bella_ I am not dead yet
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Ah bella_, your skill with a pen is as strong as ever. blog on!
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Trust....I am waiting for you, and please bring a cupcake!
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OMG...YOUR BEAUTIFUL....AND SEXY AND HILARIOUS TO BOOT...AGAIN WELCOME BACK ...LOL  []   Seduce my mind and my body
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10/21/2011 10:19 am |
A cupcake, or the hind of a recently killed deer? Careful what you wish for with the caveman thing...
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