Gluteus maximus: Beef on a bed

and what is that painting?

A recruiting poster from the American Revolution?

WHAT painting?

follow the center cleft up to the back, continue the line up to the headboard, keep going, skate briefly across the tiny tiles, and there you are --arrived at bad art.

I think he's pulling a cannon!

I can't keep my eyes off his magnificent rear end! Thank you for this series, Ms Magnolia. You have made my day.

Young master Christopher, whilst the journey you describe was a delight to follow, you seen to be missing the point.
A little more training for this one I think, my lady.

Glorious backside and legs. Admiring the shadows of each muscle in this shot.

Indeed, Miss Veronica P. Vanderbilt, and there I was under the impression that Mr. Christopher Fairchild was a devotee of the male buttock . . . perhaps he doesn't care for muscular ones?

i do love it! i just didn't want to appear one-dimensional (when in fact i probably am!)

Fear not, my dear Mr. Christopher Fairchild, no one could ever accuse you of being one-dimensional when clearly the object of your affection is anything butt.

Oh! Having been gone for the weekend celebrating Cinco de Mayo, I missed the introductions to Mr. Christopher Fairchild! And how do you do, fair sir?

very well, thank you, miss doris dave! very pleased to meet you! i've enjoyed many of your comments on these pages....

Oh, how I would love to tenderize that beef! A leisurely pounding and voila!