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re: Tiger Tales: True Confessions, Brushes With Fame & Infamous Tiger Escapades!
Posted on 10/30/12 at 2:17 pm to Bogie00
Posted on 10/30/12 at 2:17 pm to Bogie00
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The girls and I spent the afternoon visiting art galleries, museums, bars, and attempting to learn each others language. We sat in the grass in Jackson Square and taught each other french and english words.
"You are (pointing to Annie)...pretty (pointing to a flower). I like you."
After nearly an hour of laughing, playful touching, and communication that bordered on sign language, Annie's friend Anna stood up with her purse. I believe that she felt like a third wheel and excused herself to give Annie and I privacy. Anna hugged Annie. Then she turned, smiled at me and said in a playful thick french accent, "be nice, mister." She walked away.
Annie was the epitome of an attractive french girl - dark curly hair tied back behind her ears with a vibrant silk band, natually wet pursed lips, and brooding eyes that blurred the lines of menace and lust. She wore a yellow sun dress.
Occasionally, one of the straps on her sun dress would fall down her shoulder exposing a bit more of her tanned and slightly freckled chest.
She didn't care. She embraced herself, her body, and the spell she had over me...
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The girls and I spent the afternoon visiting art galleries, museums, bars, and attempting to learn each others language. We sat in the grass in Jackson Square and taught each other french and english words.
"You are (pointing to Annie)...pretty (pointing to a flower). I like you."
After nearly an hour of laughing, playful touching, and communication that bordered on sign language, Annie's friend Anna stood up with her purse. I believe that she felt like a third wheel and excused herself to give Annie and I privacy. Anna hugged Annie. Then she turned, smiled at me and said in a playful thick french accent, "be nice, mister." She walked away.
Annie was the epitome of an attractive french girl - dark curly hair tied back behind her ears with a vibrant silk band, natually wet pursed lips, and brooding eyes that blurred the lines of menace and lust. She wore a yellow sun dress.
Occasionally, one of the straps on her sun dress would fall down her shoulder exposing a bit more of her tanned and slightly freckled chest.
She didn't care. She embraced herself, her body, and the spell she had over me...
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This post was edited on 10/30/12 at 2:21 pm
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Posted on 10/30/12 at 4:45 pm to mizzoukills
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Indeed Annie had a spell over me. However, I held the ace in the deck - my sketchbook. She laid in the grass in several coy poses. She untied the silk band and removed it from her hair allowing her curls to fall in front of her dark eyes. My pencil moved quickly over the paper capturing as many poses as possible, each pose becoming a bit more intimate with time.
We spoke very little. There was no need for speech. We understood the moment perfectly and allowed our eyes and body language to convey our feelings for each other…
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Indeed Annie had a spell over me. However, I held the ace in the deck - my sketchbook. She laid in the grass in several coy poses. She untied the silk band and removed it from her hair allowing her curls to fall in front of her dark eyes. My pencil moved quickly over the paper capturing as many poses as possible, each pose becoming a bit more intimate with time.
We spoke very little. There was no need for speech. We understood the moment perfectly and allowed our eyes and body language to convey our feelings for each other…
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