Yes, I have 'em… sweet innocent me - who’da thunk it?
We have a young officer from the RAAF working in our group in an engineering liaison type job. As it is hot here, he’s wearing the uniform that includes khaki shorts. I happened to be walking behind him heading back to my cubicle.
Holy guacamole, what a butt!!!
I expect I’m old enough to be his mother and I’d most certainly never act on this. Still… whew…
Wonder if I need to see my Dr. about adjusting the dosage of my hormones?!? 
Let’s not be hasty, FCM!
Maybe we can put those raging hormones to good use…
Ahh… younger men. My favorite.
You don’t think I went back to college at my age for an education, did you?
Young cowboy types everywhere.
I knew it! Somebody WAS staring at my butt!
Believe it or not, I don’t make a habit of checking out guys’ asses. But the fit of his shorts caught my eye… I am so ashamed…
OK, maybe not, but I should be! Shouldn’t I?
Should you? No! In fact you give young guys everywhere the hope that a sexy older woman is checking out their ass!
As the old saying goes, “last time I checked, I wasn’t blind, gay, or dead.”
Snickers, have I ever mentioned I have khaki shorts? Well, I do. (And AstroPunk is just teasing you. Don’t listen to anything he has to say. Embarassing thread link omitted due to good taste.)
I have impure thoughts all the time. There goes one now. (This one is recurrant.)And another one. (This is a fevered collection of 'em. And it’s not my fault.)
-Rue. (who needs a lie-down, anyone want to join me?)(Look what you’ve done to me!)
Rue, ya know I love ya more than my luggage [sub](name that movie)[/sub] but after reading your old thread, I’m having a difficult time getting worked up over the mental image of an albino potato with hair in khaki shorts… But don’t fret. You see, I love you for your mind and your wit. My love for you transcends mere physical impurity and lust. It is a spiritual love.
Umm, the aforementioned professions of love will not lead to carnal knowledge - just so you know!
::: Blushing furiously as she admits to impure thoughts about a rear-end [sub]that she shouldn’t be thinking about[/sub] on a charming guy. :::
hmmmm - impure thoughts confession… fun for all ages… wish I’d thought of that!!
This reminds me of a scene from the play Do Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up? which takes place in a Catholic Jr. High School.
All the kiddies are going to confession, and all of the boys say something along the lines of “Bless me Father, for I have sinned. This week I took the Lord’s name in vain twice, I lied once, I stole 50 cents from my sister, and I had 437 impure thougts.”
I also like the part where they want to “buy a pagan baby”
Are you sure its his real butt? Maybe he is wearing some of those fancy underpants with butt enhancements? Better grab it & check to make sure.
All right, now which one of you just grabbed my ass?
FairyChatMom, you are not alone. I’ve been having VERY impure thoughts about a certain Doper…
[sub]Mmmmmmmmm…[/sub]
::MsRobyn wanders off to take a cold shower::
Robin
Lately, it’s odd when I’m not having impure thoughts. And it’s only going to get worse (or better, I suppose) in the near future.
[Placebo]…what a beautiful a-asssss![/Placebo] (from the hit single, Nancy Boy) [sub]Yeah. Like you know what that one is.[/sub]
Oh, there are too many asses that I want to grab. But I’d get slapped across the room. Anyone mind if I take my frustration out on them?
Good news, I’ve been living the Rue DeDay Diet and I no longer look the potato. I’m more a yam now. Maybe a sweet potato. Or some other sexier root vegetable.
And with all the sun I’ve been getting, the albino deal is a thing of the past. At least for my arms and the back of my neck.
I’m a yam with a farmer’s tan.
And the chicks dig me.
-Rue. (who is, even as we speak, having an impure thought of MsRobyn in a cold shower) (Nipples are my weakness!) (And if anyone wants that for a sig, enjoy.)
Rue, when you start to look like chocolate, call me!!
FCM Been there, done that.
This conversation recently took place between myself ( married/kids/the whole ball of wax) and my friend ( married/no kids yet)
**Me: ** It’s so depressing, I am called Ma’am…(wah wah wah)
Friend: (very emphatetic) I know, just the other day the bag boy at the store called me “Ma’am” and all I could think of was, ‘Damn, I’d do you in a heart beat.’
Me: It wouldn’t be the same, you know. For us, it’s a thrill. For them, it’s a mercy screw.
By chance, we happened to go to that very store and that very same 18-19 year old guy bagged our groceries. I had to wipe the drool off my chin he was quite good looking with a hot little body.
Mercy screw or not, I can still have my fantasies.