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*Anya* · 08-13-2011, 04:00 PM

She looked into the antique, heavily silvered mirror, turning her head to make sure that her thick, shiny, brown hair, was exactly as she wanted it to look. She smiled at herself, thinking she looked pretty great for her age.

She cupped her breasts, running her fingers gently over the tips of her nipples, until they puckered and hardened at her touch. Mmm, she murmured, not yet babe-giggling for talking to herself yet again. Sighing, she pulled out her black lace bra, leaning over to fit her breasts in just right, to show her cleavage to her best advantage.

She reached in her packed closet and pulled out her favorite, dark green silk blouse. It hugged her curves and she hadn't found a butch yet that could resist sliding her hands all over her back while slow dancing in the club. She zipped up her skin-tight jeans, loving the feeling of pressure against her pussy.

Her final touch was to slide her feet into her favorite black pumps with the 3-inch heels.

She was almost in her car when she remembered the last time she wore these heels. She came home with her shoes covered in sawdust. "Oh, hell, I don't care", she said outloud, "I'm getting laid tonight" and with that thought, she started her car and peeled out of her driveway, once again feeling like she was 18.

08-13-2011, 04:00 PM	#4
Anya Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: Lesbian non-stone femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, her Relationship Status: Committed to being good to myself Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: West Coast Posts: 8,258 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 39,306 Thanked 40,459 Times in 7,283 Posts Rep Power: 21474858	She looked into the antique, heavily silvered mirror, turning her head to make sure that her thick, shiny, brown hair, was exactly as she wanted it to look. She smiled at herself, thinking she looked pretty great for her age. She cupped her breasts, running her fingers gently over the tips of her nipples, until they puckered and hardened at her touch. Mmm, she murmured, not yet babe-giggling for talking to herself yet again. Sighing, she pulled out her black lace bra, leaning over to fit her breasts in just right, to show her cleavage to her best advantage. She reached in her packed closet and pulled out her favorite, dark green silk blouse. It hugged her curves and she hadn't found a butch yet that could resist sliding her hands all over her back while slow dancing in the club. She zipped up her skin-tight jeans, loving the feeling of pressure against her pussy. Her final touch was to slide her feet into her favorite black pumps with the 3-inch heels. She was almost in her car when she remembered the last time she wore these heels. She came home with her shoes covered in sawdust. "Oh, hell, I don't care", she said outloud, "I'm getting laid tonight" and with that thought, she started her car and peeled out of her driveway, once again feeling like she was 18. __________________ ~Anya~ Democracy Dies in Darkness ~Washington Post "...I'm deeply concerned by recently adopted policies which punish children for their parents’ actions ... The thought that any State would seek to deter parents by inflicting such abuse on children is unconscionable." UN Human Rights commissioner