I would love to spend Valentine’s in this cozy “Love” tent. Wine, chocolates, a great playlist would make this perfect. #mehewe
I am excited to be in our 3rd week of the Alter Ego Class Series in Columbus, Georgia. I have the pleasure of working with 14 diverse women. They are resilient, bold, and beautiful, and I look forward to the many lessons they will afford me, as their instructor. Now that I am single, some days I feel as though I am the student–having to reinvent my sexy, and return to the world of dating. Which by the way is never easy, but definitely can be fun if done with an open mind. When starting over it seems hard to be optimistic that you will not have to face the same pains in a new relationship. I understand we have to embrace the lessons learned from relationships past, but not to the point of carrying that hurt into the future. Although, I learned the hard way, that you ALWAYS put ME before WE! And, yes I have always known this little lesson, but even the best of us, loose ourselves in others. Does this make you weak? Never, it only makes you stronger! So, as I embark upon this adventure of making over Me, these are the Rules I will play by:
Have you ever become so absorbed with your lover, family, or friend, that you lost sight of who you were? How did you get your sexy back?
Here is a list of my favorite Lingerie Closets:
There is something erotic about a new pair of 6″ heels. . . I have always been a girly girl, but never the girl with the shoe fetish! Until I began my journey in what are considered the “stripper heels”. Like most new entertainers I started out with the basic pair of clear heels and then graduated into black strappy lace ups, then chic ankle boots, constantly upgrading to a sexier model each month. I was naive and unaware of the importance of these glamourous shoes. So I studied the girls around me, to more understand the fetish! From thigh high boots to red stilettos no matter the girl, each strutted by with an air of confidence and grace. Their legs looked longer, their calves bulged and those who were not blessed with a great ass went from zero to bootylicious in seconds! After a few months I had spent more time in these shoes than I had in my own bed. . . and that’s when vicious love affair began.
With names like Tony, Ellie, and Pleasers they were gorgeous and sleek, dressed in leather sometimes rhinestones that glistened under light like diamonds. Oh, how I love to accessory the girls with boy shorts and a nice pair of Victoria Secret thigh highs, or sometimes just a thong with ribbon ties! What I didn’t tell you is that me and my shoes, love a good menage a trois, sometimes in the club and a lot of the times not! We treat our men like royalty, we give him a slow sultry show allowing the honor of gazing at our presence. And for that rare man, we’d lurer him in with every click of our heels, cook him dinner (in only our apron of course), and then love him until the sun crosses the sky. I must say. . . over the past 6 years my shoes and I have become the best of friends, business partners and lovers! We are each others biggest fan, and I will never betray my six inches!