badinfluencegirl

there is something about hallowe’en that i particularly appreciate. it’s a time you can be someone you aren’t, try on another skin so to speak.

for me it’s a time when i can whip out my old bettie page outfits and turn them into costumes that inevitably have people saying ‘where did you get that???’ as though an outfit that good can be found all boxed up and ready to go.

i had a girl day yesterday… i got up and went to a pilates class and then wandered the town getting a few last minute things like beer and weed and then i went home and watched tv in my pyjamas for a while.

this was to sort of rest for the party you see. eventually i got myself off the couch and went and had one of those ritualistic showers that you have either before sex dates early on in a relationship or when you’re in the mood to pay particular attention to your self.

i trimmed my pussy and shaved everything religiously and gave my feet a nice scrub with the pumice and generally just hung out in the shower becoming deliciously languid and relaxed.

afterward i transformed my face and hair, had another beer and threw on my outfit. it in fact took me less than an hour to get ready and i had one of the five best costumes in the room. i’m not telling y’all what it was, if you know me you would know it for certain from me telling you that.

regardless there were tall boots and a pvc catsuit involved.

the people at this party usually see my exercise clothes and my straggly hair. in a way i came out as a female last night. it was my ‘see i am in fact a hot chick’ moment… and it worked, the boys were stunned and the girls were impressed and i got felt up by lots of people there.

and hammered. hammered off my enormously tall ass.

i let a nice boy walk me home, a boy i would never sleep with in a million years and i stumbled and crawled and told him that i was going to pass out and that he was welcome to sleep over but not to expect anything.

clearly i underestimated myself.

first i threw up… that was fun. it did however make me feel a lot better so i was happy to do it. made this morning much more bearable. (i had eaten something cakey many hours earlier and it hadn’t digested in the slightest… i think my body rejected it.)

then while he was using the bathroom i changed into my flannel pyjamas which made him somehow more randy. i know, weird right? i just barfed and now i’m wearing flannel and now you’re twice as horny? his only complaint was that he didn’t get to watch the change.

but it’s been a while so even though i thought my mouth tasted repulsive i decided maybe he could taste the toothpaste instead and let him have it. and everything else.

he was fooling around a little with me and not really expecting much i think but i was feeling horny… so i told him where the condoms were and the lovely man went and went and went some more.

he had a lovely penis and strong arms so he could ride me properly and he did this thing where he reached around and used his fingers almost brutally and i gushed all over him. i made the most enormous wet spot i’ve ever made and i enjoyed every second of it and my cunt is still throbbing with use 12 hours later.

in fact it’s feeling lonely now.

i slightly regret fucking someone anonymously in a group as small as the one i was partying with… such things tend not to remain secret for long… but i don’t mind if my rep gets a tiny bit of dirty attached. most people who know me won’t believe it’s true anyway…

i slightly regret not asking out the host… but he was in host mode so i’ll do that next time i see him.

i slightly regret not letting that other guy take me home sooner [only to avoid the total drunkness... and because i think he would have been more inventive]… but he smelled of cigarettes and lovely boy didn’t… and lovely boy sort of reminded me of my ex husband in his body and face.

i slightly regret not giving the streetcar driver who told me my outfit made his night my phone number. actually no, i regret that one a lot.

sweet young thing. i’m a bad bad girl i’m discovering about myself and i like it.

who knew i’d spend my twenties as a ‘nice girl’ and turn into a slut at thirty five?

not me that’s for sure… but i can’t wait to see what i catch next time i go hunting.

best part? he woke me up to lock the door behind him when he left a couple of hours later… so i got to wake up alone. bliss.

question: if i see him again do i ignore him? whisper in his ear that i want round two or just say hi and act like nothing happened?