This is the Hagia Sophia

 I have no words for this former Church, then Mosque, now a museum. So I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Hot stuff for an autumn lunchtime

So, we left our naughty couple in the bedding department of JC Penny's....    

     I follow his directions and stretch across the pristine white fabric. I toe my strappy sandals off and let them drop to the floor as I scootch to the middle. It’s actually a good mattress, the support comforting and arousing at the same time.
     Mike stands at the foot of the bed, looking me over. “Inch it up, baby, I want to see.” The boy always was a voyeur. The peek show I had given him obviously whetted his appetite for a longer perusal.
      Slowly I ride my skirt up to my waist.
      “Spread ‘em.”
      I open my legs an inch, then stop. I arch an eyebrow. “Unzip.”
      He runs his hand up and down the length of his erection, casually curling his thumb under the top button of his low riding Levi’s. He pops it, and the rest follows, smooth as butter. My legs automatically spread wide as if I had ball bearing in my hips. The sound of button fly jeans always made me salivate. Guess his memory is better than I thought.
       He’s not wearing underwear, just the way I always liked it. I want that hot hard length in my hands and I sit up. He wags a finger at me. “Nuh-uh. My game, not yours tonight.”
       “Whatever.” But I lie back down, run my hands up and down my thighs, framing my clipped pubis. He’ll play my games later.
       He wraps his hand around his cock, strokes with elegant, lazy fingers. “Open up for me.”
       I dig my fingers into my labia and unfurl them. Mike licks his lips, and swallows, as if the sight of me has made his mouth water. He yanks once hard on himself and cups his balls.
      “Can you come quietly?”
       “Not if you’re any good, I can’t.” I breathe. My fingers on one hand creep toward my clit, and the other teases my opening.
       “Prove it.”

Found on the Internet

From Overthinkingit.com--The Flow Chart of Female Characters

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Llubljana is freaking gorgeous.

Old town Ljubljana is beautiful and inviting.

Up the hill to Ljubljana Castle.

The old castle walls are great fun.

 A better picture of the Castle is here at Wikipedia.

Told ya it was gorgeous.

Give-away!

In celebration of 10-10-10, here's a new fan!

This one goes to the first person who can tell me where I saw Rembrant's "The Jewish Bride"!

Naughty stuff, part two.

Either Mike’s memory of high school changed or he’d had more fun with women other than myself. As soon as I get in his blue Chevy, Mike turns on the motor.
     “Where are we going?”
      “You’ll see.”
      He turns in at the Mall’s crowded lot and drives toward the front door of JC Penney’s. The good-parking karma fairy was apparently as hot for this action as Mike. Because right in front was a spot. Easily seen from the lot. Easily seen from the store.
      Mike shuts off the engine and turns. He raises an eyebrow.
      Uncertain of my line, I say, “Thank you for a lovely night?”
      Mike grins. “The night’s young, baby. Come on.” He hops out of the truck, leaving me to fumble with the sticky catch. I bite my lip in disappointment. This wasn’t what I hoped for.
      The door opens, but I had nothing to do with it. He winks at me, the heavy metal swinging easily on its hinges for him. “Don’t you trust me by now?”
      Years of on-again, off-again sex have taught me well. “Not so much.” But I recover. I take my time sliding off the bench seat, letting my serious black skirt ride way up, exposing the charcoal colored thigh highs I put on before I drove to his house. If I’d been wearing panties, I would have flashed those as I bent over for my purse. Instead, I flashed something he’d once known very well.
“Where to now?” I turn around, my eyes wide and innocent.
       He shakes out his pants. He always did like my rear view. Gotcha, I mouth. Wench, he mouths at me. Lightly touching the small of my back, he guides me into JC Penney’s. Not my favorite store, but at least it’s not that irritating girly place with bad accessories.
      “Over here.” His hand steers me towards the elevator. My breathing speeds up. Elevator sex! All right!
Mike punches the button for the third floor, and stands on the other side of the elevator.
      “Stay over there,” he orders.
      “What the hell for?” I snap. I hate waiting and he knows it.
      “Patience, grasshopper.”
       “Fuck off, Master Po.”
       “In a minute, darling.”
       The elevator dings open. He leads me towards the darkened bedding department. “I think I need a new bed.”
      “Did you make up that high school make-out thing just to get me to do something more perverted?”
      “Naw, I just wanted to see if you were still as easy to sway to the dark side as ever.” He grins. “No one else was ever as much fun as you, babe.”
       I grin back. How can I help it? Mike is always my favorite fantasy.
       Toward the back of the bedding department, Mike chooses a mattress. I search the department. A decided lack of clerks or patrons and a tall cardboard display blocks the security camera.
      Marvelous.