bill-swift - July 19, 2013
I could watch Bar Refaeli cleaning trout and get a four hour stiffie requiring immediate medical attention. Oversharing? Absolutely. But I feel compelled to gush my inner most deep and profound feelings of procreative lust any and all times I get feast peeps upon this ridiculously hot Israeli supermodel. Bar Refaeli lives in that class of the sextastic where you feel like she can't even be real. If you touch her, she may disappear. Though, of course, you're going to try and touch her.
Even in this rather innocent spread in the current edition of Elle Spain, Bar Refaeli glows like a highly refined vision of lust inducement, smiling for the cameras so nonchalantly, as if she's not causing millions of men around the world to simultaneously grimace. That is power. True power. I wish Bar would hold me down and lay some of it upon me. Oh, Bar! Enjoy.