It's TELL IT ALL, TUESDAY! I have this thing... well it came upon me again today when I was at work. He was sitting a bit in front of me... in his own cubicle. Oblivious, to what lays behind the crimson lips and striped sheer shirt...He reminds me of a man from the 1920's just his countenance and his body style. He has this old football, that towards the end of the day (when we are all feeling a bit sluggish and tired) he tosses into the air and catches. Over and over, he throws it into the air and catches it... And I can't stop looking at his hands. Those big man hands. I'm obsessed with them. And this is where it gets tricky so I'll just come out with it. When I look at those hands I picture them playing deep inside of me! I lose myself completely in the thought of it! So often when I gaze at a mans hands, that's what goes through my mind...
So on "tell it all, Tuesday" I want to know what your little obsessions are... :}
Well??