Egotastic
Sometimes, I just have to share alluring images of my future wife, Edita Vilkeviciutie, the Lithuanian sweetheart who will soon be filling my home with the many babies that arrive as a by-product of our mutual affection and moderate to heavy drinking.
Edita can pull off the passion inducement whether she be baring most all in an important style spread, or just here in Vogue Paris pretending to workout with dumbbells. She has that certain 'It' quality that will ultimately probably make me a little concerned when she says she's going to the store for 30 minutes and comes back the next morning smelling of some exotic cologne. Such will be the complications of our brief, but tempestuous nuptials. I'm prepared for the heartache and regret, if we can just have that honeymoon. I hope she brings the weights along. Enjoy.
My Future Wife Edita Vilkeviciute Topless in M Le Magazine du Monde (Quit Peeking!)
You can't imagine the combination pride and heartache that comes with your future wife baring her hot body all over the pages of European magazines. Sure, I'm feeling kind of cool and manly about my lady-to-be Edita Vilkeviciute being wicked hot and irresistibly passion inducing to millions of gentleman oglers. It's called pride of ownership or something like that.
But knowing that my future betrothed is flashing her hot funbags for magazines left and right, or just French, like M Le Magazine du Monde, well, it can eat at a guy, let me tell you. I mean, I trust her. Trust is the centerpiece of our relationship. Well, fiction and fantasy foremost, but then trust comes in tied for third. It definitely pushes the boundaries of insecurity, even for a clearly man's man of manliness like myself. I'll have to have a little talk with Edita about this, once I can find her number again. Enjoy.