Tuesday Titillation: The Season For Beards

Tuesday Titillation:

The Season For Beards

If Alfred Hitchcock made a motion picture called The Beards, it would take place in January.

It's the perfect weather to have some facial or get a facial. 

Yes, there are a lot of us into that.

Personally? I view them as reins. As in... no, honey, pay attention to this nipple, not that one. One little tug and they comply.

No matter how you view them, do enjoy their splendor. Think of it as seasonal decoration to brighten the blight of midwinter.

I love the implied masculinity of them. I imagine they come from a place of strength and wisdom. Or, maybe I'm just making that shit up because they make me horny.

Anyhoo... take a gander at the ganders below with their full plumage. Birds of a feather. I tell you...

They could goose me but good!

Do whatever you need do...

To get through this season.

Grow your own plumage today!

- uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque

Birds Of A Feather - Billie Eilish

Birds Of A Feather - Lilith Max

Friday Fun: Grow One For World Beard Day

Friday Fun: 

Grow One For World Beard Day

The first Saturday in September (tomorrow!) is World Beard Day - a day when all things facially furry and masculine are celebrated and revered.

Now, I know, this is short notice, but... to get in on the fun, one really must grow one. 

And a bit of scruff? Well, I suppose it will have to do...

Now...

I do like a long one. 

The feel of it in my hands. Though, girth plays an important role, as well.

Give it a tug? And the one attached picks up on any and all suggestions mighty quick. 

The short stout ones? Well, they do offer quite a different sensation, but..  can be just as fulfilling. 

As for those that are trimmed and sculpted?  Why, that can result in a rather devilish appearance, don't you agree? 

Do keep them clean. No one likes a nasty surprise.

And do display them proudly whenever possible.

Personally? There's nothing I like to see at the prairie more than one jutting out, making its presence known.

Point it in my direction? I will make like Diana Ross and 'reach out and touch.'

I do so love to watch them grow.

I find it quite magical. 

And once they reach their zenith and are fully flush? The appearance, no matter the size, is nothing short of majestic. Truly breathtaking. One of nature's finest moments.

Why...

One's jaw will simply drop at the sight of it.

Hope you all catch sight of something jaw dropping this weekend.

It's all in the eye... and, frequently, the hands... of the beholder.

Enjoy, my dears.

- uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque

Growing On Me - Foxes

Growing On Me - The Darkness