Women of the City
December 1st, 2008by mountain boy 
The winter is upon us, and haven’t the streets of London changed so much in the last few weeks? Only days ago, I was greeted on my walk to work with some of the most beautiful examples of women you’d ever wish to see. Daily. Without fail.
And these women don’t just think they are hot – they know they are. And they flaunt it. I mean, if I had their legs I would be showing them off, and no mistake.
Skitting around in their tiny miniskirts and sexy stockings they can drive a man to distraction. Many have been. And, oh, that last one, I’m sure she looked back at me. And then she’s gone, in a flurry of blond hair and heels.
But now they’ve all gone. Mostly.
There’s still the occasional brave woolly tight wearing hottie to be found, but the numbers are down, big time. It’s like the beautiful women of London have been sucked out of the city and transported to somewhere warm and sunny, where they carry on with being beautiful. Almost like the starlings.
Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. Walking around the city now doesn’t turn into what can be a pretty frustrating, yet erotic, situation.
I get more done I think.
I have less fantasies to deal with, something normally catalysed by the summers striding sex sirens.
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Posted in Obsessions | Comments (2)
December 4th, 2008 at 11:39 am
The photo of the girls is awesome. Angle is perfect!
December 13th, 2008 at 6:34 pm
Thanks. It’s well done yes – not one of my own sadly.