Dress Me Up – You Know You Want To

Halloween tomorrow; and I want you to dress me up.

First I need to say I’m not a huge fan of Halloween, but I have a party invite so I ‘m going to make the effort. Not a big affair, but about fifty or sixty are going. The hosts have a big house.

So what are the options?

• ‘The Tart’, but I hear you say ‘That would just look like any other Friday’
• ‘The Nurse’, sexy I suppose, but a bit predictable
• ‘Red Riding Hood’ This one has been going through my mind; red jacket, skirt, stockings and heels, and a little wicker basket for my Pinot Grigio. Mmmm  a possibility
• ‘A Man’. I don’t know. Would I pass? I like to think I wouldn’t. Linda, my lesbian friend, is invited too, and she thinks this would be a lovely idea. I think she would like to dress up as a girl. I’d like to see her in ‘girlie’ mode. I think she would be quite stunning.
• ‘Vampire’. The gothic female neckbiter. White make-up, black lips, long black torn dress, glimpses of black stockings beneath. I love horror films and books. Can’t beat being scared shitless.
  

What do you think?

I’m really quite shy, but when you are ’someone else’ it’s so much fun. Even better if you are not recognised. That’s what I’d really like. To be an anonymous head turner.

‘Who’s that girl?’

If you have the time please leave a comment. How would you dress me?

Wanted: Nice Man … and a new job please

Well it’s been a while since my last post and life has moved on, and me with it.

I walked out of my job last week. Thursday to be precise. Noon to absolutely specific. High noon!
Now I know this isn’t exactly the brightest thing to do when you don’t have something else to go to. You’d think a girl of my reasonable intelligence would know better.
In any case the deed is done and at the moment I’m happy with my decision.
I’ve no doubt that the ‘boss’ situation had something to do with it, but I always felt this job was a stop gap for me. I was over qualified (am over qualified) and I feel quite positive about the future. We’ll see how I feel come payday!

My last official task was to make ‘bossman’ a coffee. My university degree proved so useful for that.
My last unofficial task was to take photographs of myself doing nothing in the office other than flashing my legs. Not at all sure why I did it. At the time it felt like I was making some power statement, but it just feels stupid now.
No job, but some nice pictures.
I may devote a page to them one day.
By way of a taster…

I love the way these stockings ‘wrinkle’.
The skirt has to go. Typical work skirt that you wear two or three times a week sometimes. Decided it should go along with the job.

So ‘Officegirlvicky’ is no more.

Welcome back Veronica.

Single

Jobless

Skirtless

So I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands. Lots of time for thinking. I’ve tried to summarise where I am.

• I don’t miss my boyfriend
• I do miss the companionship
• I don’t want to see my ex-boss again (that was stupidest thing I have ever done)
• I don’t miss that job
• I need a new job
• I like wine
• I like sex
• I miss sex
• I want a nice man
• I want a nice man who makes me laugh
• I want a nice man who brings me flowers on UN-special occasions
• I want a nice man who will cuddle me while we watch a DVD on a Saturday night
• I want a nice man who cooks
• And I would quite like a nice man who knows where my clitoris is!

Now ideally these nice men would be one single nice man, but I suspect he doesn’t exist. Well not on this planet. Oh, and it would be really cool if he had money. Just enough to be extremely comfortable.
Not asking for much, huh?

Well if you fit the bill, email me for an application form.

xxx