of vanity

I decided to dress up a little for work today. Fitted white shirt with a grey knee-length skirt that rides up just enough when I sit down. Pointy stilettos that go tick-tock-tick-tock as I walk.

Most women I know don’t want to admit this, but they enjoy being treated as sexual objects. Okay, maybe not objects, but if there was ever a being that was ALWAYS aware of its sexuality, it definitely was female.¬† Continue reading of vanity