#beatles miami 1964

[waveofahand]

“Come over here, boy, and let me bite your thighs”

I’m making very tardy responses to comments that piled up while I was sick, and found a comment from this old one-shot I’d written a while back, about an injured and very high Jane Asher tempting Paul from her hospital bed. I might as well admit now that the whole stupid story came about because of this image, which was the first time (but not the last) that I came across a picture of those thighs and gasped out loud. Because... I can’t explain this life-ruiner, okay? I just did. And do. I mean, seriously, I still gasp.  

Anyway, I have since then made plenty of appreciations for this idiot’s stupid, bowlegged, asymmetrical, big-head-alien beauty -- as well as his shoulders and other body parts and his general glow-ability, and so I need not wax all salivating here. Because I shouldn’t. I mustn’t. It’s wrong to objectify. Right? So yeah. This is how we process. We mustn’t objectify this man in a nearly 60 year old photo. Instead, we’ll just let his girlfriend do it for us:

Paul's eyebrows rose up to his hairline. “I’m sorry, do what, now?” “Take off your trousers for me,” she smiled. "Go on. Stand over there and drop them, so I can look at you." "What, right here and now? In your hospital bed and with nurses all around?" He helped himself to some of her water. Then he coughed, and sipped some more. "Perhaps later. You’ve seen my thighs before, love.” “I know," Jane drawled as though her tongue was too big for her mouth. "But I never understood  your thighs until I saw them in the paper...and now I want to watch them. And I’m so…so high.” “Indeed, you’re trippin’ balls, lass,” Paul laughed out loud, enjoying her mood immensely. “And just where did you see my thighs and have an epiphany, and suddenly come to comprehend them?” “You were in Miami, I think? There were palm trees. And you’d gone swimming, and there was a snap of you, drying your hair and you looked so…like you. And your thighs were wet. Your thighs were all there.” “I do generally try to keep them near me as I move about…” “That's good thinking! Because I want to chew on them. You should bring them to me, now. Let a Viking princess bite your thighs.” Paul ducked his head, rubbing his neck and doing his best to chase that image from his head. He thoroughly approved of the idea of Jane chewing on him wherever and however she might like, but her timing was lousy. “I cut the picture out, you know…” “Oh? For a scrapbook? Or to keep under your pillow?” “No, no!” Jane managed a horrified stage whisper. “Imagine if someone saw that! No, I keep your thighs in the drawer for my knickers. With my knickers.” Paul bit his knuckle and crossed his legs, unable to completely hold back a laugh even as Jane’s knickers on his thighs made their appearance in his mind. And chewing. This girl needed to go to sleep, now. But…her knickers. She had nice knickers, he knew. Lacy and sweet, and very huggy around her bum, which he loved to squeeze. Oh, God. And now her bum was in his head, too. It was getting very crowded in there, and Paul…well, Paul’s self-control didn’t always extend to keeping down The McSéamus, that lively Irish warrior who lived between his legs and had a bad habit of popping up at precisely the wrong times, all ready to engage with whomever was handy. Paul recalled a particularly embarrassing televised interview during which, thanks to John's wicked and intentional backstage summoning, the too-ready tyrant had refused to be subdued and made a pest of himself throughout the segment. And here the restless little bugger was, in a hospital room, already starting to rouse when he had to know Paul wouldn't let him loose. That fellow was trouble, The McSéamus. Oh...trouble. A happy campaigner, for sure, but indiscriminate and often a bit too alert to any possible opportunity to make an advance. It was the fault of The McSéamus that Paul, knowing he needed to change the subject, couldn't resist flirting a bit more instead. “You know, Jane, sweet, you should maybe keep the picture in the drawer of your nightstand. That way when I’m not around, you know, you could um…look at my thighs before you go to sleep. Maybe be a little bit naughty with yourself, then, and help yourself off into a sweet dream, yeah?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "And then you can tell me all about it, when I call from the road..." “I would mark you.” Jane said, dreamily. “All over your legs. I’d bite you. I want to chew on you right there." Her eyes zeroed in on a spot high on Paul's right thigh and he swore he could feel a singe. "I'd brand you like a Viking princess would brand an Irish slave.” She ran her tongue over her teeth, looking straight at him. “A Black Irish one. With hairy thighs.” Paul let loose a mild groan and began to regret offering to stay.

Yes, see...that’s Jane objectifying the boy. Not me. I’m a grown up. Anyway, you can read it at AO3, if you want to find out if Paul succumbs! 

[elafranco2024]

Lucky pretty ladies attacking Paulie in Miami Beach, 1964.

Whom would blame the girls...Paulie is happy, of course....

A real puppy playing in the water.

[reflectismo]

Paul attempting to fish. As he recalls in his book, “fishing didn’t suit me, so I put this one straight back!”

[voyage-et-vacances]

Beatlemania, Miami, 1964.

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Via Something About the Beatles’ Girls FB🌷🎸🌸

[skf-fineart]

Paul McCartney (b. 1942)

“George Harrison. Miami Beach, February 1964” (1964)

chromogenic print 

[letmedowntomorrow]

John pushes Paul into the pool - a timeline

August 1964 - Miami

[saint-mona]

I had a sex dream about 1964 Miami Paul last night.

It was okay, but woke up disappointed it wasn't John.

[johnlennonofficial]

BREAKING NEWS! JOHN LENNON DROWNS ?

In the deepest archives of the Library of Alexandria , photographic proof has emerged of Cynthia Lennon, beloved wife of John Yoko Ono Lennon, DROWNING him at sea off the coast of Miami in 1964.

At present, Cynthia could not be reached for comment. We will have more news on this quickly developing situation as information emerges

[kinsfaun]

John Lennon in Miami, 1964

[scourgiez]

ringo starr was SO evil for putting the crease right THERE i have tried everything trying to find this photo and i cannot. find it. its been almost a full year and its driving me insane

[chaoticdesertdweller]

George Harrison by Paul McCartney, Miami Beach, 1964

[20th-century-scrapbook]

Robert Precht, the longtime producer of “The Ed Sullivan Show,” with the Beatles at the Deauville Hotel in Miami Beach in February 1964 as the band prepared for its second appearance on the show.Credit...CBS, via Getty Images

[reflectismo]

John Lennon in Miami, having some fun in the pool during the Beatles’ first trip to the U.S. Photo from Paul McCartney’s ‘1964: Eyes of The Storm’.

[kichisaburo3]

Beatles Rehearsing for 2nd Appearance at The Ed Sullivan Show in 1964 Twitter Reblogged

TAG of Marilyn Monroe in My Tumblr https://kichisaburo3.tumblr.com/tagged/marilyn monroe

#TheBeatles rehearsing for their second appearance at The Ed Sullivan Show, Miami, 15th February 1964 pic.twitter.com/IvQMpYHXkq

— Laurent The Walrus (@SgtPepper1710) December 27, 2022

24 JAN 2023 Tuesday

[ludmilachaibemachado]

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