Do any of you men out there ever fantasize about sitting in a wingback chair, next to a large fireplace, with a dog at your feet? ...oh, and a bear rug?
Anyone?
Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given... Zeus (1178 BC)
zeezrom wrote:Do any of you men out there ever fantasize about sitting in a wingback chair, next to a large fireplace, with a dog at your feet? ...oh, and a bear rug?
Anyone?
I do have fantasies that involve chairs...fireplace and dog are optional...:
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zeezrom wrote:Do any of you men out there ever fantasize about sitting in a wing back chair, next to a large fireplace, with a dog at your feet? ...oh, and a bear rug?
Anyone?
Now that it's starting to get cold, I do that nightly. The fireplace is kind of imitation because it's a gas fireplace (the large screen TV hangs over it). I have two large dogs that compete for the space closest to my feet (Yellow Lab and Short Haired Pointer). The winged backed chair is leather. Maybe I should consider smoking a pipe (I do, often, have a glass of wine on the drum table next to me).
I would (in some ways) like to have a bear rug, but I think I would feel some pangs of guilt about being partly responsible for it's demise.
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Do you have to be a man? Cuz I could go for some o' dat.
Although I would rather lie on a couch in front of a fireplace wearing a Japanese kimono over long white cotton nightdress with black cotton over the knee socks tucked into tiny red leather slippers.
And be nestling with some kitty cats...
something along these lines:
( I had a better picture, but I don't have time to resize every last image)
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
If I had a man, sleeping with him (with some activity included) on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace with maybe a dog included. Otherwise the fantasy wouldn't be complete.
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Doing exactly as that picture shows would be bliss.
Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given... Zeus (1178 BC)