Naked Lesbian

Alright, I know my blog has been a little preoccupied with Lewis Hamilton and Formula 1 racing. I will come back to it but there is no race for more than a week so I have to talk about something else. I am not going to apologise for writing about Lewis Hamilton, he can't help being gorgeous.

And he can't help being a man. I wonder, really, why there are no women race drivers? I think it is about time for one to come forward.

You may wonder about the heading of this post. Thing is that I have been called that; 'the naked lesbian.' I find this both hilarious and a little wrong. I am not naked all the time. Although it happens and then, perhaps, the expression is right?

I am ranting. This is because I don't know what to write. There is no race, no breaking of rules that calls for smackings of bottoms. Work is normal, girlfriend is busy – as usual.

And you know that busy Felicia means less time for spontaneous outbursts of smacking activities in our household...sigh. I am not, I repeat, NOT, thinking of spankings all the time. Just one of those things that pops up all the time...in my head.

So, while I try to figure out something remotely interesting to say about what happens in the life of red haired stunner and her naked lesbian friend I will post a lovely picture of a belly button.

Is there anything nicer than a belly button? I think it is the loveliest part of a girl. At least one of the loveliest parts...blushes. Never mind. Look at the nice picture and do something nice! Sun is out today and soon there will be spring and I can go out with skirt and no tights.