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The spaghetti strap. My favourite feature of women's clothing right now. You see a lot of spaghetti straps in the week between Xmas and New Years, when all the slinky little black dresses come out. But mostly it's a summer thing. Tank tops.

On the right woman bare shoulders can arouse me just as much as bare cleavage. I love shoulders. I want to put my hands on them, squeeze them, kiss them and bite them. Bare skin shiny with heat and sweat. I want to turn you around and pull you in close, taking it all in.

The tops of your breasts. The back of your neck. And shoulder blades, with their slow liquid movement, so sexy.

The key thing about spaghetti straps is their fragility. It doesn't take much to break them, to separate the strap from the garment.

It all begins with an innocent makeout session. Then we start getting a little more rowdy. Next thing you know you're trying to hold it all together while your clothes are falling off and you're falling out of your clothes.

There's no way you can go back to the party now. Not in such a state. "It looks like you're just going to have to take me home."

I suspect every hot girl has a story like this. A fucked-up tank top, stuffed in the back of the closet, that you can't bring yourself to throw away. Secret memories. Maybe you should go retrieve it right now. Run your fingers along the frayed seams, think back to that encounter. How was it? Rough hands on your shoulders, underneath the straps? Pushing you back into a dark corner? A hungry mouth. The smell of sweat...

We have some hot nights ahead of us. Next time you see me be sure to pick out something nice and comfortable to wear.

~ In case you're wondering, yes this post was inspired by a huge plate of spaghetti, which I will now devour.

In the meantime listen to this song by the Black Ghosts and picture me tearing your clothes right off.

~ listen: Black Ghosts - Any Way You Choose To Give It mp3

Posted by philip on July 8, 2008 05:50 PM | Permalink