Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

I have just obtained a pair of knock-me-down-and-fuck-me glasses.

For those of you unfamiliar with the sentence construction, it has long been accepted that certain types of shoes (usually red stiletto heels) can be loosely described as knock-me-down-and-fuck-me pumps. The glasses I am wearing right now are the upper body equivalent. I bet that if I walked down the right street wearing these that random beautiful boys and handsome girls would throw me up against the wall and have their way with me.

The glasses in question are deep burgundy, metal, cats-eye glasses with 10 rhinestones at the outside corners. They are vintage, sparkly, and Oh So Fabulous. Just putting them on makes me feel sexier (if a little woozy, since switching glasses tends to give me a bit of a headache.) Even better, they’re comfortable and non-reflective so that I can wear them when working on screen. I want to take my new found shinies and go out and get laid.

I think I shall wear these when, well if, I end up with a work pass to the local adult entertainment business exxxxxpo in a few weeks. Can I just say how amused I am that I live the sort of life where my employers send me to giant porn events?