Thanks to the Green eyed Geisha and Joseph McNamara.  Posting pics of the delicious Pin Up Girls from a much missed era has certainly tickled my fancy, and no doubt yours as well.  I cruised and perused and kept coming back to this one.

The Famous Eight Ball.

Secret wishes cast upon its black glossy surface, fortunes revealed and promises made by the magical bobbing block held within its spherical walls.  And doesn’t she make the allure that much more desirable?

How many decadent desires were whispered, the orb clutched fervently with hands that longed to be holding something other than it’s cool, slippery surface?  Young girls with dark yearnings and naughty boys with hedonistic fantasies.

Were an Eight Ball to cross my path I would be muttering the same murmured longings, eyes closed, conjuring up images of my Dreamy Dominant, his paddles, floggers and handcuffs.  On my knees clad in a corset or garter belt and stockings, or a transparent floating gown, offering my submissive self for his pleasure.

Sometimes wishes come true!

Somebody please find me an Eight Ball….  Sigh…pinup

 

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