Black leather boots against ivory silk stockings.
Crimson satin straps slipped over creamy shoulders.
Sparkling blue eyes in a girlishly innocent face.
Posts Tagged ‘hot & cold’
50 More Things About Me
March 16, 2010The sequel to this list:
1. My favorite is a deep rich red; in fact my bedroom is done in that luscious red and gold.
2. I went to Catholic school and I still have the uniform – and it still fits.
3. That reminds of how I’ve always wanted to do a striptease to Cherry Bomb (this idea occurred to me before the debut of The Runaways preview, but that is certainly quite interesting).
4. On that note, for someone who’s never been a stripper I’m pretty good on the pole thanks to years of dance and figure skating.
5. I have quite the shoe collection – and I think there’s really nothing better than a pair of high heels in terms of looking and feeling hot.
6. I’m happy that fetish-y pieces like latex/leather leggings and buckled, strappy boots are in mainstream fashion at the moment, since it makes finding fun pieces that much easier.
7. While the stories on my blog are true, I have a hard time writing about something until at least a few weeks after it happened. I need to turn things over and over in my head first.
8. Like many writers, I have a tendency to overthink, which is why I like doing things that get me out of my own head. Like kinky sex. And paragliding.
9. There’s something about a man’s hand on my neck that makes me instantly get wet.
10. I’d love to do a classic pin-up style photo shoot one of these days.
Up Against It
February 26, 2010After that explosive moment, Christian and I could hardly wait to get back to his apartment, which was only a short walk away. Naturally, we couldn’t wait until we were behind closed doors to get things started… Read the rest of this entry ?
That Kind Of Girl…Who Gets Off In A Crowded Bar
February 25, 2010The scene: a sleek downtown lounge, the kind with low lighting, loud music, and pretty people drinking pricey cocktails. Normally I’m more of a dive bar kind of girl, but I can occasionally be found in the city’s classier establishments, usually in the company of my gentleman friend, Christian.
That night I was wearing my favorite black suede over-the-knee boots and a silky dark blue dress, the kind that’s tight in all the right places. We were tucked away in a booth along with two other friends. When they stepped over to the crowded bar to get us all another round, our conversation quickly turned dirty – namely, about what I could possibly be wearing underneath that dress.
