I entered the comforts of my lovely Paris apartment and walked straight to my bedroom where I sat my bags down on my plush chaise longue in the corner. I took my shoes off and sat down on the chaise. With a huge smile, I started to unwrap the goodies I purchased today. Just look at those pretty wee dresses! Gotta love Marjolaine and Amoralle!
I took off most of my clothes and just wearing my Patrice Catanzaro & stockings I gave a little twirl towards my Bose sound system. I switched it on and gave a big spin on the volume dial, up the way. An awesome sexy surprise jumped from the speakers! Ginuwine’s Pony!
As a matter of fact, believe it or not, I’ve got a dancer pole installed in my bedroom. It’s mighty helpful in keeping myself very flexible.I rhythmically swayed towards my dressing table and snatched my pony ears from the corner of my mirror, put it on my head and made it for my pole. I grabbed it and with velvety smooth fluent moves, I curled myself around it. In between the smooth moves from my hips and booty, I obeyed the beat with the required sharp naughty thrusts towards the pole…
Completely absorbed by the music and the pole, I totally forgot that my window was wide open! When the song faded out, I walked up to the window and looked out to the building across the street. Most of the windows were open and without any trouble I could count at least five men in those windows, grinningly applauding me…
So I took a gallant bow and treated them to a kiss I blew...
With Pleasure, Ms. P.
