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Mmmm... Shoes. Mmmm... Sushi. (don't need a haircut quite yet)
(...pay no attention to the little mind behind the curtain - it's not quite all here tonight....)
Shoes is a lovely thing to fantasize about this evening. I'd love to have a wardrobe of "fuck-me" heels in different colors and degree of fetish-worthiness. Unfortunately, I can't wear heels of any height for more than an hour or two in real life, and don't need any more flats to wear for work. I've never let reality get in the way of a good fantasy, though, so stiletto heels it is.
Little boots that barely cover my ankle-bones, and are a deep, deep red (more towards the blue side of the spectrum than the yellow side). Tiny little sandals with black straps to show off painted toenails. Maybe one pair of something practical - lug-soled boots to go tromping around in the woods, so I don't fall flat on my ass on the hills (currently only have an old pair of cowboy boots - reasonable ankle support, but they're leather-soled and much too slippery!!).
Nah... fuck practical. Heels. Glitter and feathers. Leather. Raw sexual appeal.
Daddy, will you take me shopping?? |
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