0905 | brrrrrrr |

Women are doing interesting things with otherwise unremarkable legs now that it's cold. Fancy pantyhose, patterned stockings and those leather boots up to the knee. Rub-out material if I still rubbed out, but I do not. No, sir, I do not. I want to bite their legs like ham still on the bone. Hungry for their love, and a sandwich. They just cannot abandon those skirts yet. They will hang on till it finally snows. They are brave but will be sad when it drops a few more degrees and they must hide themselves completely. I will be sad too. But not for long. That's when the tight tight tight turtlenecks come out. Women adapt. They are adapters. I like watching them adapt.