Remember when you could call up the DJ at your favorite radio station and request a song, or make a dedication? Oh, wait, you say you can still do this? Well, that shows you about how much I’ve been listening to the radio lately! Honestly, if I was listening to the radio it’s the indie music station, and most likely, unless it’s EMO night and they’re playing Deathcab for Cutie, they’re probably not spinning dedications.
This post goes out to one of my favorite fellow erotic bloggers, Joe, who writes the juicy, yet tender, blog of literary “mandom”, My Jaded Parts. Somehow through our mutual quippy comment teasing, he put this song in my head.
And now, I put this scene in his.
This is from one of my all-time favorite sexy films, 9 1/2 Weeks. Let me just say, Mickey Rourke in this film, makes me insatiably hot. “Climb the walls” kind of hot! I watch this, and I just want to lick that man from head to toe, with a whole lot of time spent somewhere in the middle of those two destinations. Wrap my legs around him and ride into the sunset kind of hot. My body has already seconded this notion; pert nipples pressing taut against my the thin fabric of my shirt, and my lady bits are juicy with anticipation. Seeing pictures of him now, um, not so much. So, I shall endeavor to remember this less life-ravaged version of him.
And, needless to say based on my latest blog post earlier today, I am a huge fan of the art of the striptease. This scene right here is my absolute favorite striptease in film. Kim Basinger does an amazing job. So much so that even the 1% of my 99% straightness is beginning to waiver. Yeah, Demi Moore, uh huh. Whatever. I’m with Kim all the way.
From one tease to another.