Friday, March 5, 2010
Miami at Mascara's
So, after a month and a half hiatus, I'm back in full effect! I've decided to revamp my blog... I'm finally ready to expose the lifestyle. Tonight, I'll be back on stage; what can i say? I just can't get exotic dancing out of my system. If you dare, follow me as I re enter the lifstyle!! Smooches until tomorrow!!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Sweet Nothings From the Nightlife
I could never quite put my finger on it, but there is something sooooo addictive about the look in a man's (or woman's) eyes as they admire my spread eagle on that dark stage, under those dim spotlights, bass pounding in the background as sexy hip hop lyrics pierce the foreground, money flying everywhere.....I swear, it's pure magic (most likely black magic, but magic nonetheless). That's how our affair began.
I could have woke up that morning, the worst day EVER waiting on my doorstep, grabbing my hand, and dragging me through the most dreadful, heart- wrenching hours ever known to exist, but when night arose, love was in the air. I could brush the pain away with a few strokes of mascara, dry the tears with eyeliner, cover my broken heart with a rhinestone- studded costume, and bury the very thought of that day under my six inch heels....Passion didn't know any pain.
A mint lounge of laughter, liquor, and lust, all intertwined in pure ecstasy(well, at least half lol). For those last five hours of my day, I was fearless and every one in that audience graveled at my feet, begging for my attention. At four, it all disappeared, and I was forced to answer to my dull, jealous, and oh-so-insecure husband: Reality.
I could have woke up that morning, the worst day EVER waiting on my doorstep, grabbing my hand, and dragging me through the most dreadful, heart- wrenching hours ever known to exist, but when night arose, love was in the air. I could brush the pain away with a few strokes of mascara, dry the tears with eyeliner, cover my broken heart with a rhinestone- studded costume, and bury the very thought of that day under my six inch heels....Passion didn't know any pain.
A mint lounge of laughter, liquor, and lust, all intertwined in pure ecstasy(well, at least half lol). For those last five hours of my day, I was fearless and every one in that audience graveled at my feet, begging for my attention. At four, it all disappeared, and I was forced to answer to my dull, jealous, and oh-so-insecure husband: Reality.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Makings of Miss Miami
To whom it may concern,
After having a long conversation with Ms Fashionista about everything under the sun, I found myself inspired to start blogging. I've often thought about it, after all, nothing satisfies me more than the composition of a compelling essay, but I had no idea where to start! Upon the construction of this very paragraph, however, I think I may have stumbled upon the best starting point: my inner thoughts, those intricate details that keep me going everyday: great sex, lots of laughs, a sturdy pole, all things feminine, and a hint of good liquer (no ice)...don"t judge me!
So there you have it, Miss Miami uncensored!! Follow me and fall in LOVE!!
After having a long conversation with Ms Fashionista about everything under the sun, I found myself inspired to start blogging. I've often thought about it, after all, nothing satisfies me more than the composition of a compelling essay, but I had no idea where to start! Upon the construction of this very paragraph, however, I think I may have stumbled upon the best starting point: my inner thoughts, those intricate details that keep me going everyday: great sex, lots of laughs, a sturdy pole, all things feminine, and a hint of good liquer (no ice)...don"t judge me!
So there you have it, Miss Miami uncensored!! Follow me and fall in LOVE!!
Miss Miami
PS This is my disclaimer, so consider yourself warned!xoxo
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