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Cameltoe shameltoe. Fuck it. I give up.
Cameltoe shameltoe. Fuck it. I give up. Two posts in a day?! What?! I suddenly remembered what I had originally logged on to post about. So bear with me. There are no ways to step out of a cab or car in a short skirt and protect your own modesty. None. I have come to accept that. In fact, it was years ago that I've had this conversation with some friends of mine. But! Once in awhile, I get a reminder of how much...or little, modesty one can protect in such situations. The security guards at the office building where I work. I have established that they have moved out in the mornings to stand around at the taxi drop off points for this exact reason. Cos other than in the mornings, they can be found sitting comfortably behind their desks inside the building. Some days I notice them looking as I get out of the cab. Some days I don't. On said days that I do notice them looking, they don't even notice that I notice them looking! But! Alas, I've since stopped bothering. It's only underwear, right? Ok...some days, even so, it's only pussy, right? Still. What little modesty that you can save getting out of a car in a short skirt or dress, is automatically eradicated completely in a sports car. Of the fancy-schmancy, two-door, low seater ones. Two weekends back, Mr Married decided to take his out for a spin, which he usually doesn't as often. We had discussed our plans for the evening, which was nice dinner, some drinks, and a visit to some of our old trysting places which we haven't been to in a long while. Since his divorce, it's really just back to his place, mine, or back in the office, occasionally. Anyhow, we figured it'd be a little fun to do something different for a change. So, I was expecting some in-vehicle action, and decided I'd go for a short little dress and no underwear. Dress for the part and all And I was expecting him to take his other car out instead, the one where we could actually recline the seats and have maneuverable space. But no. He decided that a low, two-seater convertible is best. I wonder about him sometimes...anyways, just by sitting in his car, he could see up my dress. I guess that was his point. If not for a strategically well-placed handbag, i'd have flashed most of the cars, buses and bikes we passed. Not to mention the valets and restaurant staff. But yes, trysting places. I'm very sad to say that, they don't exist anymore. Almost all of the places we used to go to have been torn down or have it's surroundings redeveloped. There really isn't any privacy left on this little frickin island. We did manage to get some in-car action, although, as I had expected, not too enjoyable since we didn't have much space to maneuver, especially with the top down. It was behind a church, smack in the middle of town Uh..i'm not even gonna ponder about the religious connotations there. It wasn't deliberate. It was the only spot we found with some sense of privacy Oh! Another thing I've given up on. Cameltoes. Or preventing cameltoes. Exercise shorts and tights, both long and short ones, are impossible to hide cameltoes in. And I'm really not crazy about actually buying something extra to put into my shorts for the sake if that. So yeah. As much as I have complained about being blazenly shoved in the face with other peoples' cameltoes in yoga class, I have become one of them. Or "them" First, it was not-so-flattering VPLs, then cameltoes...if I bother, I'd be stuck at home not going for any classes at all! So there. I'm done trying. If it shows, I guess it shows. You've been warned. Look away, look away |
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Actually, there IS a way to get out of a car and protect your modesty. It's called a gentleman assisting you exiting, as it should be always. However, if your goal is to be seen, then by all means..... Everyone is on a different plane of intelligence. Some people's plane has not taken off yet!!
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If I am not mistaken. I seem to recall where Herme's johdpurs and Capri's where highlighting this feature in their summer line Using more than all the road!
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Try wearing a strap on or a inserted double dildo and then your yoga attire. Then it will stop most yoga activities dead on its track. Really! Fun and Pleasure in Sunny Side Singapore. Come visit my blog and let's chat and explore.
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In my day, aristocratic wenches would ride side saddle to preserve their dignity. Seems to me Enzo Ferrari may have had something else on his mind other than speed when he crafted his prancing horse. Anyhow show us yer camel toe and I'll show you my camel hump. Sir Teezalot WAR IS ABSURD
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I love those candid moments.
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Cameltoes are beautiful
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You could protect your modestly getting in and out of a car by keeping something bulky on your lap -- a messenger bag, an item of clothing in a dry cleaning bag, etc. Or just forget about modesty, which doesn't require any props. I saw both a camel toe and a rear contour today. I suspect that it was intentional; it seemed like the woman's tights were designed to show her off. The tights were mostly white, except for thin black lines both horizontal and vertical, like graph paper, even if the white tights alone hadn't shown off her camel toe, butt-crack, and the fold between the bottom of her butt cheeks and the top of her thighs, the black lines made sure that the contours were unmistakable. In cases where I suspect that the camel toe display was accidental, I feel sorry for the woman, even if I happen to enjoy the view. But in this case, I think it was intentional, so I suppose the appropriate reaction was to appreciate a successful application of the "if you have it, flaunt it" attitude. And I enjoyed the view.
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