Purrfect Pineapple

I am doing a 'Treacle' here.

Happened to wander over to Model Mayhem and saw this fantastic image of Sharon TK. This led me to Purrfect Pineapple's site where they have a delightful range of lingerie and a great mission statement. I hope you wander over to this Canadian lingerie designer and talent and check out her site.

Purrfect Pineapples is a cruelty-free fashion label, designed and produced in Toronto, Canada. Purrfect Pineapples has owned and operated by fashion designer Erika Shuhendler since 2004. Cruelty-free means that everything we produce is sweat-shop and animal free. Most of our garments are hand silk-screened, and everything is professionally sewn and serged for a high-quality product. Our artistic influences range from tattoo imagery to Japanese street fashion and everything in between. Our products are hand-made and original. This means that while our garments may cost a bit more than your average mall item, you are paying for fair wages, quality and an original product. Our clothing has been modeled on www.suicidegirls.com and www.godsgirls.com. It is sold at select retail outlets in the Toronto area, as well as online at:
http://www.purrfectpineapples.com and http://purrfectpineapples.etsy.com

Waiting

Sometimes you would be waiting for me. I would take the world's shortest ferry ride and then up Bathurst Street to Queen. A trolley ride home to our haven just of the corner of Queen and Woodbine would deposit me but metres from you. My footsteps would quicken just as my pulse willing myself to you.

I'd see the light on in the living room and know you had stayed up for me. I would enter as quietly as possible and swing into the shower to wash my day off so I could be fresh for you. You would hear me, of course, and then my expectation would really pique. Would you join me now or make me wash and towel off to come to you?

If it was the former the shower curtain would part and you would join me. We would kiss tenderly laughing at the shower stream pulsing on our faces. Sometimes you were naked, you wonderful body pressing to me and our tight embrace belying our mutual need. Sometimes you wore your stockings and their wet sheen would accentuate your legs.

If it was the latter, I would towel off and my body would show my arousal for you. Walking... no... padding to the living room I would find you, the down comforter lying at the side of the couch. Oh, how you hated to be cold. But you would be there open to me. Sometimes feigning sleep. Sometimes touching yourself for us. Sometimes on your knees.

Whatever fatigue I had would be gone. I always had energy for us. Energy and passion reflected back unto me.