Deborah has been descending deeper and deeper into girlyness, oh yes!
Wheeeeee!!
The pink femme blood pulsating inside me has gone into overdrive and is seeping through my skin. One consequence of this is that my feet have got glued permanently in high heels.
I have always suspected that high heels and boots wear the woman inside them, more than vice versa. The footwear selects the woman, puts her in and controls her.
I now know this to be the case.
What does it say about a woman if she is wearing high heels?
Whatever it says, it says that about me.
Debbie is a high-heeled girl forever!
Pink kisses,
Debs xxxxx
I've heard them calling my name, from time to time. I know all it takes is letting them try me on for size... then it's all over. The next thing I know I'm hearing the zip of the dress, then I smell the faint but electric wisps of perfume somehow emanating from my skin, the tug & dangle of earrings brushing my cheek...
ReplyDeleteThe shoes tell me what kind of girl I am today. I don't put on anything until I know which heels I'm wearing.
Glad you are also at the command of our heel queens, Holli. xxx
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