Mimi's Journal
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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I saw him at Le Maison last night and, as always, he looked delicious. He was bulging in places that would make the average woman blush; and though I pretended not to notice, I could feel his hot, greedy blue eyes as they followed me across the stage.
I'm afraid I lost my step again.
Damn, what is it about this man that makes me forget my number and lose control along with my sequins? Doesn't he know who I am? I hope the rest of the Company will forgive me.
It was almost painful to dance in front of him this time.
Half nude, damp and glued to my Candi Seamed Pantyhose I could barely supress my sighs as I rhythmically wound my hips through what remained of the number. I tried my best to erase the memory of his lush, sexy lips from my mind, but it was already too late.
Gee. I hope the hot lights didn't give me away.
To be continued...
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