Today, the dirty boy and I spoke on the phone at length, and I realized a lot of somethings about myself.
One of which being that I'm so very, very boring now.
I didn't use to be like this.
Once upon a time, I drank, I smoked, I inhaled, I stayed up for days on end, I was promiscuous, I was careless and free-wheeling, I had nothing, I wanted nothing, I was silly, I was pierced, I was dangerous, and I was fun.
I'm the one that wore the sheer black body suit with nothing underneath the top but a star and a moon made out duct tape, pretending to be pasties.
I'm the one that work the fishnet body stocking to a party with only tiny black panties and a black bra underneath.
I'm the one that wore the black corset, black vinyl hotpants, fishnets and black vinyl 5" platform stiletto boots that lace up to the knee to an anti-Valentine's Day fetish ball. Topped off with yards of black tulle and an elaborate black-veiled headpiece, I made a smashing evil anti-bride.
I'm the one that was the "sex kitten" at Alexander the Great's Halloween party, way back when.
I used to wear a motorcycle jacket that belonged to Bad Betty.
I loved the Sextacy Ball. Lords of Acid, Thrill Kill Kult, God Lives Underwater, Jack-Off Jill? Awesome.
I was a dirty, dirty girl.
A lot.
And now a typical evening includes pajamas, television, a microwaveable dinner, and sudoku or a crossword puzzle.
Do I still have a drag fetish? Of course. Boys dressed up like slutty girls are the yummiest.
My feelings on spanking? When you've had enough to drink, are having an obscenely good time and someone smacks you on the ass, it doesn't necessarily seem like such a bad idea.
Yes, I still have the boots, the hotpants, the fishnets and the corset.
The fishnet body stocking and motorcycle jacket? I gave those to an old roommate. Somehow they looked appropriate on him.
I think the naughty might still be in here somewhere, I'm just not sure how deep you'd have to dig to find it.
One of which being that I'm so very, very boring now.
I didn't use to be like this.
Once upon a time, I drank, I smoked, I inhaled, I stayed up for days on end, I was promiscuous, I was careless and free-wheeling, I had nothing, I wanted nothing, I was silly, I was pierced, I was dangerous, and I was fun.
I'm the one that wore the sheer black body suit with nothing underneath the top but a star and a moon made out duct tape, pretending to be pasties.
I'm the one that work the fishnet body stocking to a party with only tiny black panties and a black bra underneath.
I'm the one that wore the black corset, black vinyl hotpants, fishnets and black vinyl 5" platform stiletto boots that lace up to the knee to an anti-Valentine's Day fetish ball. Topped off with yards of black tulle and an elaborate black-veiled headpiece, I made a smashing evil anti-bride.
I'm the one that was the "sex kitten" at Alexander the Great's Halloween party, way back when.
I used to wear a motorcycle jacket that belonged to Bad Betty.
I loved the Sextacy Ball. Lords of Acid, Thrill Kill Kult, God Lives Underwater, Jack-Off Jill? Awesome.
I was a dirty, dirty girl.
A lot.
And now a typical evening includes pajamas, television, a microwaveable dinner, and sudoku or a crossword puzzle.
Do I still have a drag fetish? Of course. Boys dressed up like slutty girls are the yummiest.
My feelings on spanking? When you've had enough to drink, are having an obscenely good time and someone smacks you on the ass, it doesn't necessarily seem like such a bad idea.
Yes, I still have the boots, the hotpants, the fishnets and the corset.
The fishnet body stocking and motorcycle jacket? I gave those to an old roommate. Somehow they looked appropriate on him.
I think the naughty might still be in here somewhere, I'm just not sure how deep you'd have to dig to find it.
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