Okay, Mike Louis gets the credit also. I had obsessed about Melissa in a much earlier post when she was modeling. Harmless and sweet. And then she announced she had retired. I accepted it, moved on to groveling before Isobel Wren and all seemed right in the world of long-distance erotica.
Then tonight I return home from the opening night of our state arts council convention down here in the Great American Southwest. Hot trisexual artistic types, a couple of galleries, wine, conversation and burgeoning lust. Back to a computer, browsing my blog and I ran across my earlier tip of the quivering member to Melissa and I thought, what the heck, I’ll Google…and she’s back and out of retirement. The minx!
“Hampton Glamour” I think is the studio and Mike Louis the photographer. A glorious photo of Melissa and the lyrics of John Lennon’s immortal song scrolling along her delicious naked flesh. I must buy one. It’s sexy, moving and just a great, powerful image, along with John lurking within the piece.
How many Beatles were there? Four, if you count John Lennon four times. Peace to us all my brothers and sisters and welcome back Melissa.
