Well, it is that time of year when you go on holiday, and go visiting relatives and you generally are busy with things not blogging. It is the same for me. And I am afraid I won't be back here until August, or at least I don't think it is fair to promise to do anything before that. So, I am writing this just to let you know that the blog is not abandoned, just temporarily a little lazy.
Summer is a good time, a time of light dress, bare legs and no shoes, sun (even in UK we do have sun from time to time) and softness. Enjoy your summer and be kind to yourselves (antipodeans have to enjoy the winter or wait some time).
I will just post a silly little nothing I wrote the other day. It was one of those things when you start with just a phrase and then just write and see what happens. It was just that 'I want to see you in bikini,' that started it all, just a thought, and when I added 'she said' to it, it became something that made me continue. I honestly think this is a silly dialogue, but what's wrong with silliness?
Thank you ever so much for your kind words about my last post. It was very heart-warming and encouraging. I haven't forgotten the suggestion, some time ago, about writing about writing, about the blog, what has happened with the stories, if they have evolved and that sort of thing. Take care, Dear Readers.
'I want you in bikini,' she said and smiled to me.
'Why would you want that?'
'I think you are pretty in bikini.'
'But the others won't be in swimsuits.'
'No, but that doesn't matter, I want you in bikini.'
'That would be strange, I mean, with them in whatever they wear and me in just a bikini.'
'That's why I want it, no explanation, no reason, just having you there in a bikini, displaying that sweet little body of yours, for all to see. And hopefully you are a little embarrassed, that's very fetching.'
'I will sure be embarrassed.'
'Good. I haven't decided which one, though.'
'Oi, I haven't said I would yet.'
'I think, perhaps, the white one, with red polka dots, it's very cute.'
'It's also very small.'
'Not like the black one, the one with just a string.'
'No, that's true, but it is very low cut and the top is not big.'
'But you don't need a big top.'
'My bosoms is so small, you mean?'
'It is the perfect size, it looks lovely, really delightful.'
'I am glad you like it.'
'Don't be stupid, you know I love it,' she smiled.
'Yes, yes, I know.'
'So why not show it off?'
'Because it is very private and you don't go round and show your breasts to people.'
'That's true, maybe you shouldn't wear the top.'
'I'll take the bikini, no protests.'
'But that's a good idea, you there without a top. I can imagine what they would look like. I can see you standing there, greeting Brian, and how he wouldn't know where to look, if he was allowed to look at your bosoms or not.'
'How do you know he would want to do that. Maybe he likes bigger things.'
'I know he loves your tits.'
'How do you know that?'
'He told me.'
'He told you?'
'You have talked about my breasts with Brian?'
'Yes, and not only with him.'
'Yes, of course.'
'Why is that of course?'
'Because you have very lovely breasts and it's nice to share the thought with others.'
'So you have discussed my breasts with people who appreciate them?'
'Yes, most of them.'
'Who didn't like them?'
'Don't focus on the negative.'
'You discussed my bosoms with Tanya, a girl?'
'Yeah, why not. I am a girl and I love your boobs.'
'Yeah, or tits, or breasts, or bosoms.'
'But Tanya didn't like them?'
'How do you know?'
'Because yours look nicer.'
'Have you studied hers, then?'
'Yes, of course.'
'I haven't, but as I remember they look nice.'
'But not as well shaped. I didn't say they were ugly.'
'No, you didn't.'
'But still, I can't believe it, you talk about my breasts with others.'
'And the rest.'
'Yeah, Eric adores your tummy.'
'Yeah, he told me it was the softest, sweetest tummy he knows.'
'How would he know it is soft, he hasn't touched it?'
'It looks very soft.'
'So you agree.'
'This is mad.'
'And Rebecca loves your bottom and Mark is a sucker for your legs.'
'I don't believe this, I am just an ordinary woman.'
'No, you're not. You are special.'
'For you, perhaps, but I don't look special.'
'Do you know what Rebecca said about your bottom?'
'No, I have no idea.'
'She praised it highly and then she said it was a spankable bottom.'
'Yeah, that she would love to spank your bottom.'
'Doesn't that hurt?'
'Of course it does.'
'But why? Does she hate me?'
'No, she adores you. She just wants to spank your bottom. For the joy of it.'
'No, not at all. I might try it myself.'
'You wouldn't dare!'
'Don't tempt me. And maybe I should let her do it.'
'You are mad.'
'Madly in love with you. Go and change to the bikini now, the guests are here soon.'
'I will, for you I will do it. But don't you dare let Rebecca get close to my bottom.'
'All right, but I am not sure I can stop John, though.'
'He expressed something along those lines. Maybe you should take the string, it would make it easier for him. Without too much embarrassment for you.'
'I'll change into the polka dot now.'
'Yes, you do that.'