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Let’s hope I do a little better than this guy, eh?

Tonight, I promised the old man….a little show, if you will.  It’s been a while since my last hurried and nervous attempt and I have learned a few tricks, taken a few ideas and criticisms to heart and hope to improve my skills.  Once I get some meat in his belly, I hope to get in the mood by a nice hot bubble bath and then ready for some fun. 

The outfit has not been decided upon yet, but the SM promised to put in his two cents to make it as interesting as possible for him. Wish me luck. 

score!

With some kind and gentle suggestions, the SM has agreed to do another strip tease night!  Yes! The second step in the hootchification of yours truly.  (Yes. hootchification is a word.  Don’t question me.  Never question me.  You should know better.)

 
Hi, Sweetness.

I guaranteed him this time would be better.  He suggested it go longer, I tease more, etc.  I suggested a longer CD of hot love-makin’ music and possibly a new outfit for consideration.  I think nerves played a lot larger part in this for me the first time around so I anticipate future events will be less - goofy and shy. 

Thanks to all the girlfriends who put in their opinions about how to do it and what to include.  And I have to send out a special thanks to my humble, silent friend and companion, Patron Silver Tequila.  Without you, none of this would be possible. 

operation porn star - commenced.

 
Not exactly porno-wear.

So last night, I went through with it.  Despite my heart pounding out of my chest and the inevitable fear of getting tangled in my drawers and biting it, I completed my first (rather successful, I’d like to think) strip tease.

I nervously shopped last night at Wal-Mart for my last-minute accoutrements of the hosiery variety, got home, did dinner and got my shower on.  We watched some American Gladiators, some rockumentary on U2’s, “The Joshua Tree” album and about 10, 10:30, the SM said he was “ready for bed”.

At the time, I was rocking my Grog Shop baseball tee and some cut off sweatpants.  What a way to start the night off hot and steamy right?  Well, I went and changed into my fancy couture, what I like to call “whore-chic”, got the ambiance ready and started the party with a few secret shots of tequila.  Only after some hard liquor, was I going to be emotionally ready to be the freak I needed to be to pull off such a feat.  (I’m a band fag and a theater nerd, for Christ’s sake.)

I’ll save everyone the details, but I will say, it was a good time had by all (by good, I mean AAAAFGGGLLLLHHHH!!! @#% - awesome).  Of course, I see a lot of opportunities for improvement. My outfit was quality.  I even think the music was pretty boss.  I think once I got into my groove (read: the tequila set in), I was pretty successful.  I think I know, a majority of the time, what the SM likes to see and wants to hear.

I think more successful events such as this should happen in the future now that I have had a test run.  The nerves won’t get the best of me and now I know what works and what doesn’t.  New ideas will come to me and constructive criticism will improve my form. 

 I think I am doing a good job at upping my sexiness quotient.  For the first time in my life, I’m actually feeling more than just cute or pretty, but…almost borderline sexy and feminine for a change.  I’m starting to like this new skin.  I’d like to think this will be just the beginning of a whole program of sorts to continue my full morph into a wanton sex goddess, who could still feed the homeless and teach kindergarteners how to read during the day.  Here’s to more scandalous adventures in the future!

First tier of operation porn star:  I give myself a B, B+.

thigh highs and lactaid. plus celebrity round-up bonus!

 
“Come, come, cmon and knock me up….”
You know you’re in for a good night at MY crib when I come home with those two items in a little plastic bag from Rite Aid.

You’re jealous; just say so.

In other news:  Congrats to my hot girl-crush, Christina Aguilera and her sea-monkey, I mean, husband, Jordan Bratman on their new baby, Max Liron.  I bet he’s adorable!  And screw Nicole Richie and Joel Madden and their kid.  Well, not their kid.  Their kid can’t help it was born to the Chupacabra and a bowling pin with a goofy hat.