Beg for both.

I am, eventually (depending on who’s in charge) :P

58. Marks.

Marks, finger bruises, hickeys.

I want them, I am not afraid to “wear” them, I don’t ever cover them.

If I wanted them on my body, why should I hide them after?

I am especially fond of hickeys on the neck.

If I don’t beg you to fuck me, I definitely will beg for a bite or a mark.

Or, a small, select group of us could abduct you and … have fun. ;-)

oh…..OOOOOOH… now THAT is something to wish for <3

I know EXACTLY how we’re going to spend our wedding night. ;-)

haha…but YOU’re not the one stealing me :P

although, fuck the rules…we could elope during our own wedding party, let the other peeps have fun without us :)

57. Strip clubs.

I have a thing for stripper clubs and girls. I want to go to one and have one of the girls dance for me.

I am extremely attracted to pole dancing, especially when done skillfully, not just rubbing against the pole.

Male strippers do absolutely nothing for me, I think their “dance” is forced, their movements mechanical, hurriedly learned, and made difficult by their overly muscled bodies.

I have a special fantasy involving a strip club. In my country (I really don’t know how many others have this custom) after the religious wedding takes place and everyone goes at the restaurant to celebrate the wedding by eating and dancing, at some point during the night someone steals the bride, and she is taken somewhere to await being ransomed by the groom.

Some brides are taken somewhere with a view, or a club, or behind the restaurant where the wedding party takes place, it depends on the stealer’s imagination.

Anywaaaaaay, [when I’ll get married, in the very, very far future,and there’s a big IF] I want to be taken to a strip club, where me and the girls could do a mini-show, we’d drink together, I’d get covered in glitter and feathery accessories, we’d take loads of pictures together, or with me hitting on the girls, some almost-porn… all in all FUN!

Only the image of the sluttied wedding gown is enough to make me ecstatic, never mind the ACTUAL actions.

56. Beauty marks/Freckles.

I love these, especially the more pronounced beauty marks or freckles that also have some distance between them (see actress Antonia Thomas). I often find myself staring at other people’s beauty marks/freckles, as if trying to memorize their location.

[I have freckles as well, on my face, chest and upper back, the ones on my chest having my undying love, seeing how they multiply with each sun exposure.

But my favourite beauty marks are the one on my left shoulder and the one on the back of my left knee.]

My gods, Long Island, where I live, is the Diner capital of America. There is literally one every half mile! Can you imagine the trouble we could get into, calorie-related and otherwise? ;-)

I CANNOT WAIT!!!

Prepare to meet the ecstatic child that I am and will be on that/those day/s <3<3<3

55. American diners.

I absolutely ADORE diners, am in love with their booths and lined up counter stools and their EVERYTHING.

One of the first things I want to do when I’ll come visiting is to eat a humongous plate of pancakes, then pie, THEN some actual greasy food/take photos of everything/enjoy the atmosphere of the place.

I don’t have enough words to describe my enthusiasm/moments of flipping out when it comes to diners.

54. DEATH.

I love all portrayals of DEATH, the Gods of the underworld that are connected with Death (Hades, Thanatos, Anubis, Osiris, the Reaper, mostly) whether it’s a book character or a film character, I love it.

I love the power of it, the wisdom of the character, the elusiveness, the mystery.

[Yes, I know I said I won’t name favourite characters, but I couldn’t resist this one.]

53. Men’s forearms. (throw in some veins as well and I’m in love)

52. Full wristband tattoos. (no barbed wire or vines, just a full black line)

I don’t know why I like these so much, but they do turn me on.

[In a series of books I read, they represented the marks of being a slave, and this is not a subconscious desire of mine for the submissiveness of it. They attract me more than, say, a full sleeve or back or something equally complex.]

51. Ruined/abandoned buildings/places.

I love places like that. Old buildings, asylums, theaters, parks, cities. Everything partially destroyed that still has that grace and grandeur even in that state.

So far I’ve taken a series of photos at an old abandoned factory in the vicinity of my apartment but then they reinforced the fences and closed it off.

50. Motel rooms.

Firstly for taking beautiful photos in them, and THEN the fucking.