I've decided to make Fridays a "Freaky Friday" post day. All the things you may not want to know about me...you'll learn. :) So if you're easily offended or embarrassed, I would skip my Friday blogs.
I have an obsession with trashy lingerie. Yep, I admit it...I do. I don't like pretty lingerie, like the Victoria's Secret stuff, I like it trashy, like the Fredrick's of Hollywood stuff.
For those of you who just joined my blog train you might be thinking, "Inner slut? Hell, she's a slutty girl all around! Topless beaches, Brazilian waxes, and needing to get laid??" But really, if you just met me on the street I'd make you believe that I was a pretty low key. Conservative dresser, hardly any make up, no visible tattoos...I work in accounting for goodness sake. If you knew me from my early days you'd really think I was a prude. They used to call me turtle neck girl, always had my neck covered and guys barely got to first base. Sad...I know. Maybe it was all the Catholic guilt repression that built up.
OR maybe it's that I am the child of two Scorpios. Granted, I am a Virgo (boring, but organized), but I think your parents have to play into it somewhat right? Okay, so I don't really think of my parents as sexual beings, I swear they only had sex twice, my mom three times...tops. Scorpios are supposed to be the most sensual people in the zodiac. So, if two of them got together, created a child...you'd think some of that sensuality would have passed down right? That is my thinking.
Anyway, back to the lingerie. A couple of years ago I asked for some lingerie. I didn't want the VS stuff, I wanted the stripper stuff...and beyond. I asked for crotchless panties. :) So I got two pair and I have to say...they've come in handy. ANYWAY, naughty lingerie makes me feel like a video vixen/stripper. Not that I'd want to be a stripper, but I like feeling like one. Using my sexual prowess as power. It's trippy I tell you...better than drugs. (Not that I know anything about that.) Maybe it's the Motley Crue influence? After a couple glasses of wine, Motley Crue blasting...that is a recipe for the slutty dancing queen to show her moves!
I've now moved on to buying my own trashy lingerie. And actually some of it is rather pretty. This past month I bought this little strappy deal in turquoise. It's a barely there deal. I can't wait to break that sucker out this weekend. Next on my list to purchase?? Stripper shoes to wear with my lingerie. Now that's slutty.
I have an obsession with trashy lingerie. Yep, I admit it...I do. I don't like pretty lingerie, like the Victoria's Secret stuff, I like it trashy, like the Fredrick's of Hollywood stuff.
For those of you who just joined my blog train you might be thinking, "Inner slut? Hell, she's a slutty girl all around! Topless beaches, Brazilian waxes, and needing to get laid??" But really, if you just met me on the street I'd make you believe that I was a pretty low key. Conservative dresser, hardly any make up, no visible tattoos...I work in accounting for goodness sake. If you knew me from my early days you'd really think I was a prude. They used to call me turtle neck girl, always had my neck covered and guys barely got to first base. Sad...I know. Maybe it was all the Catholic guilt repression that built up.
OR maybe it's that I am the child of two Scorpios. Granted, I am a Virgo (boring, but organized), but I think your parents have to play into it somewhat right? Okay, so I don't really think of my parents as sexual beings, I swear they only had sex twice, my mom three times...tops. Scorpios are supposed to be the most sensual people in the zodiac. So, if two of them got together, created a child...you'd think some of that sensuality would have passed down right? That is my thinking.
Anyway, back to the lingerie. A couple of years ago I asked for some lingerie. I didn't want the VS stuff, I wanted the stripper stuff...and beyond. I asked for crotchless panties. :) So I got two pair and I have to say...they've come in handy. ANYWAY, naughty lingerie makes me feel like a video vixen/stripper. Not that I'd want to be a stripper, but I like feeling like one. Using my sexual prowess as power. It's trippy I tell you...better than drugs. (Not that I know anything about that.) Maybe it's the Motley Crue influence? After a couple glasses of wine, Motley Crue blasting...that is a recipe for the slutty dancing queen to show her moves!
I've now moved on to buying my own trashy lingerie. And actually some of it is rather pretty. This past month I bought this little strappy deal in turquoise. It's a barely there deal. I can't wait to break that sucker out this weekend. Next on my list to purchase?? Stripper shoes to wear with my lingerie. Now that's slutty.
Tune in next Friday for my blog about toys...
5 comments:
Freaky Friday...ooooooh yeahhhhhh... (insert fancy bedroom music here)
Crotchless panties, eh? Remind me never to borrow your jeans. Ha!
No worries YZB, I only wear them with skirts. ;)
Oh yeah.... I love my hooker boots! :) And the velvet stilettos that Coach bought me a few months ago....
Another reason to look forward to Fridays, baby!!! Bring on the toys. If you need an expert on the panel, I'm your girl. ;)
Somehow Freaky Friday posts just don't go with the title of your blog. But in a good way.
You know what fascinates me? The fact that I ended up with two major relationships in my life where the guy wanted nothing to do with sexy or naughty lingerie. I thought most guys went ga-ga over that stuff and I ended up with two who not only didn't, but really preferred there be any in the house. LOL!
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