With the weather so nice, I love to wear little short dresses out and about, especially with fuck-me heels.

It’s great to walk into a store or down the street and see men turn their heads to get a better look at Me.

And then I love to go to a coffee shop like the one in Powell’s on Burnside, and sit and type on My laptop just like I’m doing right now….

I love to cross My legs and let a pump just dangle from My foot. And then jiggle….

Men tend to get this deer-in-the-headlight look when I do that. It’s like time just sort of stops for them… they want that pump to jiggle down to My toes and possibly even fall off, but they love to watch the action of My legs, so toned and sleek from dancing, and My foot, arched deliciously and flexing up and down, and …. jiggling.

Then they start walking by My table, trying to find out how much leg they can see… By this time, My dress is up at least to mid-thigh, and the smoothness of My thighs as one is pressed up against the other, and the roundness of My butt, as My dress wrinkles around it..

What they really would like, I think, is to be lying on the floor, My panty-hosed toes in their mouths, looking up the length of My leg, up My dress, seeing My nice round ass in the shadows.

Ah, yes….  the promised land.

Well My coffee break is over now, and I have My own little slaves at home to torture. If these guys only knew…