My Christmas Witch List

Boudica_Modern_by_quickreaver

Boudica_Modern_by_quickreaver

I have decided to revisit certain posts from time to time. Call them a Marty-Replay.  Posts I like. Or I’m happy with how they were written and catch the moment just right. Or are particularly relevant even now. But mostly that I like. Here’s the 1st.

Beautiful Boudicca. I wish I could call you mine. But no, I can’t.

When you arrived late to the gathering, I found myself at the other end. Trapped, away from you. I saw you glance my way so many times. And send me smiles and eye missives.

Finally you motioned for me to come to you. It had been over 4 months since I had even seen you or talked to you. And now talk we did. Standing nose to nose for more than 30 minutes, we caught up.

But it was much more than catching up. I saw the repeated flicker of want in your pale blue eyes.  I peered beneath the exterior, glimpsing into your depths.

I have always known of your powers. We are few who recognize. And my knowledge gives you pleasure.

I wonder if you and Cassandra would get along. Celtic princesses, mystic sisters of the same spirit.  Your pale blue, her olive green. The Artist and the Warrior. You would know each other and understand, identify. But you two are very different. I wonder.

Then your husband grew impatient. And drew you away.

I await your text. Or are you awaiting mine?

 

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The Problem Here …

lingerie%20women%20bar%20refaeli%20monochrome%20greyscale%201920x1200%20wallpaper_www.wallpaperto.com_74[1]The other night I was at the pub with a few friends celebrating a birthday (not mine!). Bella was there, and as is usual, Boudicca and her husband arrived late to the table.

Boudicca gave me a warm hug as her husband seated himself next to me, then she beside him.  As she bent over to embrace me, naturally I had a prime view of her lusting breasts. Though dressed casually, she was in magazine-cover looking form.

As soon as Boudicca sat down, I noticed the two mid level buttons undone on her blouse. I clearly could see her tits pushing at the constraints on her black mini bra. Now both Boudicca and Bella are women supremely confident in their looks, but also the kind who pay meticulous attention to detail on all aspects of their appearance.  Unclasped buttons do not just happen on women such as these.

Throughout the evening Bella eyed me and tossed her full, dark mane from side to side several times when she had caught my eye. She knows I adore this.

What exactly is the problem here, then? Apparently I am the problem! I paid both of them scant attention. And clearly they were looking for some. These are two of my favorites. Both stunning lookers.

I must have issues.

 

 

 

Delicious

186xpd4v3xz9tjpg[1]Last night’s dinner was quite simple. It was simply delicious, too.

I was taken a bit aback when Boudicca’s husband invited me to be seated between them. How could I possibly not smile broadly while accepting?

Not only the dinner was delicious. But the view, too. Of Boudicca’s low cut top. It was quite the trip my eyes traveled last evening.. From her sparkling blue eyes, south to luscious lips and engaging smile, ending with gently heaving bosom. Take a breath, Marty. Repeat. Again. And again. Let the visual feast never end. How the thought of devouring her from head to toe is so very mouthwatering. Add our animated conversation concerning her latest battles royale, light touching, and the whole evening was … yes … delicious.

And when said husband explained to me that he uses the rule for womanizing of “no younger than half my age plus seven” you can imagine the lift my eyebrow took. What did that mean? All sorts of possibilities entered my head. Down boy!

Boudicca

Boudica_Modern_by_quickreaver

Boudica_Modern_by_quickreaver

Beautiful Boudicca. I wish I could call you mine. But no, I can’t.

When you arrived late to the gathering, I found myself at the other end. Trapped, away from you. I saw you glance my way so many times. And send me smiles and eye missives.

Finally you motioned for me to come to you. It had been over 4 months since I had even seen you or talked to you. And now talk we did. Standing nose to nose for more than 30 minutes, we caught up.

But it was much more than catching up. I saw the repeated flicker of want in your pale blue eyes.  I peered beneath the exterior, glimpsing into your depths.

I have always known of your powers. We are few who recognize. And my knowledge gives you pleasure.

I wonder if you and Cassandra would get along. Celtic princesses, mystic sisters of the same spirit.  Your pale blue, her olive green. The Artist and the Warrior. You would know each other and understand, identify. But you two are very different. I wonder.

Then your husband grew impatient. And drew you away.

I await your text. Or are you awaiting mine?