Fuck Me Shoes

Well, if there is anything that can bring a girl's spirits up and do it with the speed of light, it's shopping. And I have been on a shopping spree.

After many dresses tried on and many opinions solicited, I bought a dress for New Year's Eve. I had been asking pretty much anyone who would talk to me to pick one of the four dresses I had it all narrowed down to. The problem, for me, was that the opinions I most respected were those of my friends in cyberspace. None of whom have ever seen me (and let me just step in here and thank my buddies, Glow, SilverStar, and Asrai for providing their opinions. *sarcasm completely intended* After all, they've actually met me! Thanks, girlfriends!). After much dithering, I finally sent links to the dresses to TR via e-mail. The man has seen me naked after all and can actually make an informed opinion. We decided that I'm either a Marilyn Monroe circa The Seven Year Itch type or a lingerie type. Or both.

So I went to try on the two dresses during lunch today. Oh my. I think I've discussed my recent and unintended weight loss. What I hadn't taken into account is the fact that this weight loss in no way affected my rack. The tits are as big as they've ever been even if they are now perched on a size 6 body. Kinda makes it hard to find a dress to fit. The size 6 in both dresses wouldn't even go over the rack. Not to mention that the zipper simply would not zip to the top even when I held my breath after exhaling. The sizes 10 and 12 of both dresses accommodated the breasts perfectly, but looked like a sack on the rest of me. So my only hope was the size 8. The size 8 proved that even if I am a lingerie type, I should keep it in the bedroom because exposing that much boobaliciousness would certainly get me arrested for public nudity in at least 30 states. But it turns out that a Marilyn-Monroe-circa-The-Seven-Year-Itch-halter-dress in a size 8 is just right. No one will have to ask if they are real and there will be no doubt that they are spectacular. But in a perfectly ladylike way.

Yes, the dress was a bit of a trauma. But I look pretty good in it if I do say so myself. And I ended up getting 40% off and only paying $89 for it. So I'm happy.

The shoes are another story altogether. I saw them a couple of weeks ago, but had no reason to buy them. However, from the minute my sister railroaded me into this whole New Year's Eve thing, they've been lurking in the back of my mind. I knew I wouldn't be happy unless I was wearing them that night. They are probably the sexiest shoes I've ever owned: black suede, four inch heels, and a ribbon around my ankle. They are awesome with the dress.

But what I really want them for? I can't wait to be prancing around my bedroom in my lingerie in all my boobalicious glory with those fuck me shoes on for the benefit of a man who can appreciate all of that. I just hope he'll let me leave the shoes on.