During the current warm spell of weather we have been having these last few days, I have been wandering about almost naked. Almost but not quite. I have been wearing a rather fetching little thong to cover my naughty bits. The thong looks good on me I think. I have had it for quite a while now. Ever since I stole it from a washing line in the village.
I say little thong, but obviously, what with me being so blessed in the love equipment department, to coin a phrase, it has been necessary for me to add extra material.
It has been wonderful to be outside in the sun, with the gentlest of warm breezes caressing my honed, slim, yet perfectly proportioned and muscular physique. Like the softest touch of a fair maidens fingertips. The merest fluttering of a butterflies wings. The silken slipperiness of a wispy negligee. Not nylon, I'm talking real silk here. The soft breath of a lovers whisper. The.. Oh, I can't think of any more at the moment. But I'm sure you get my drift.
Liberally applied baby oil, allows my body to glisten in that calender boy way that the ladies find so appealing. The small bottle of oil that I carry tucked discreetly in my thong, gives me the opportunity to allow some of those lovely ladies who grace the village green, the opportunity to apply the oil to my, apparently irresistible, contours. They do fight so, over whose turn it is to be next. I have to be quite strict with them at times. They seem to like that too.
The only drawback to this semi naked lifestyle is that I am frequently being bitten. Not by the ladies, I don't mind them having a little nibble. No, it is insect bites that are my bugbear. They do itch so and swell up, ruining my beautifully defined lines. I have bumps everywhere. Oh no, not that bit, that hasn't been touched. It is always that size!
Oh well I suppose I shall just have to grin and bear it. I did say bear it. Not bare it. There are already far too many swooning ladies on the village green!
Have a happy and relaxing weekend.