

Pretty right?
Isn't it funny how something so delicate and feminine can evoke a man's inner lust?
That deep rooted hunger to share a moment of unbridled passion that has likely been buried, hidden beneath the facade he projects to others in his gray flannel life.
The beast that is raring to raise its head (pun intended). The need is primal. The desire a hunger. The ache a physical reaction to fulfill the most basic of needs.
So when I excuse myself to slip into something a bit more comfortable , and walk out in this number there is but one question to ponder.
Leave it on or take it off?
Either option should provide a mental image that is sure to warm one up.
In one scenario my lover rips it off and tosses it to the side, leaving it discarded on the floor next to the killer come fuck me shoes.
In the other he (or she) simply pulls it to the side to gain full access to my hot, wet pink pussy. My shoes, left on as well would look fabulous around another's neck after all.
Hmmm, for whom shall I wear this delightful, seductive bit of flimsy material?
I need to do some research as to what happens when wearing this ASAP!