Happily perving wherever I go...
Explanation: Hubby and I belong to a local dart league. Every Tuesday night we get together with hubby's work buddies, have a few drinks and laughs, and compete in dart games at local pubs. And that's steel tip darts, by the way, the kind that really hurt if you drop them on your foot. Don't ask how I know that. *wince*
ANYWAY, hubby was very interested in a tournament that was happening in the Chi-town area--with actual professionals playing. He asked if I wanted to go with him, and knowingly casually mentioned that most of the professionals were from the UK. Needless to say, my interest grew. *cough*
Event: The tournament was a low-key affair, as darts are obviously not big around these parts, but OMG these British boys were camera-ready. They had perfect hair and perfectly pressed shirts and they SMELLED FANTASTIC. There was this gentle wafting of delicious cologne from even the most menacing tatooed bar guys--it was astoundingly hot and arousing OMG.
It was exciting to watch the big guns play--like any sport, it's so jaw-dropping to see people that just walk up there and do everything right time after time like it's nothing. It takes us an hour to finish a game in league play--these guys took four or five turns apiece and the game was over...O_o
Perving: While watching one particular match, a bunch of other players came up and were standing around us. Suddenly I was awash in lovely English and Irish accents. My peach of a hubby looked at me and said, "So, are you happy now?" LOL! I do believe I fainted a little...*snerk*
So yeah, darts may not be such a popular sport, but that just means more pretty boyflesh for me! *rolls around* Like the lovely Brit Adrian Gray above, nicely Cave-worthy and kick-ass in his sport as well. And yes his ears are pierced. Excuse me while I perv hard like the Dirty Old Lady I am. *dlf;angngngnghhhhhhhnnnnggh*
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ANYWAY, hubby was very interested in a tournament that was happening in the Chi-town area--with actual professionals playing. He asked if I wanted to go with him, and knowingly casually mentioned that most of the professionals were from the UK. Needless to say, my interest grew. *cough*
Event: The tournament was a low-key affair, as darts are obviously not big around these parts, but OMG these British boys were camera-ready. They had perfect hair and perfectly pressed shirts and they SMELLED FANTASTIC. There was this gentle wafting of delicious cologne from even the most menacing tatooed bar guys--it was astoundingly hot and arousing OMG.
It was exciting to watch the big guns play--like any sport, it's so jaw-dropping to see people that just walk up there and do everything right time after time like it's nothing. It takes us an hour to finish a game in league play--these guys took four or five turns apiece and the game was over...O_o
Perving: While watching one particular match, a bunch of other players came up and were standing around us. Suddenly I was awash in lovely English and Irish accents. My peach of a hubby looked at me and said, "So, are you happy now?" LOL! I do believe I fainted a little...*snerk*
So yeah, darts may not be such a popular sport, but that just means more pretty boyflesh for me! *rolls around* Like the lovely Brit Adrian Gray above, nicely Cave-worthy and kick-ass in his sport as well. And yes his ears are pierced. Excuse me while I perv hard like the Dirty Old Lady I am. *dlf;angngngnghhhhhhhnnnnggh*
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