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The Look of an angel, so whats the deal?
Good versus damn right develish sex appeal

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Looking every bit the bon ton bag lady, voluptuous Veronica sails down a sidewalk on the seedy side of town. Confidence oozing from her every pore like torrents of sweat drenching an overweight man working on a southern highway construction crew, tar pouring time...high noon on a steamy July day. Men fall like roaches roasted in Raid at her stiletto clad feet. It's not every man that catches her eye, and even fewer that can withstand the hideous halitosis that clings to her like monkey babies clutching their monkey mama as they fly at top speed through the treetops.

His eyes rise from her shimmering dark grey Stiletto Moody supreme pumps. He shakes off thoughts of her heel buried in his chest as she commands him. Her strong calves clad in -Veschi- tights (part of the Career Funk outfit by Alla Ruff) tinted a prurient purple, he fights back the urge to bite his bottom lip as his pulse quickens with anticipation. His penetrating eyes wend up her stylish black and white plaid gaucho pants by elka Lehane of boing fromage (part of the Sailor Plaid kit) and they become eagerly engrossed in her perky, ample bosoms covered in a pink Grandma sweater turtleneck by Hanae Nishi, accentuated by a blue "Squeeze Me" babydoll tee by Diabolical Volos of *Lucid* (part of the *Lucid* & [Renegade] Ripped Jeans and 2 Tees outfit). His hands tremble slightly as he wipes a few beads of perspiration from his brow, his breathing quickens as he thinks of the order, "Squeeze me," momentarily unable to breathe, his throbbing manhood aching for her warmth. The grape caLLie cLine snuglie buglie scarf tied just perfectly around her neck, his fingers reaching out...his reverie rising--brushing her hair from her neck, burying his face beneath her ear, his tongue greedily lapping at her milky, delicate flesh. The perfect curvy waves of her espresso locks (Armidi "Abigail" by Lola Marquez) make him yearn to smell her sweet perfume. He envisions the jaunty -Veschi- Career Funk Beret (part of Career Funk outfit) tumbling off of her head as he sweeps her off her feet for a warm, wet, tongue intertwined kiss, her Tete a Pied plum gloved hands wrapped tightly around his bulging biceps. His chest on fire, his swelling love monster begging for release...he moves in closer *gasp* what is that smell???


"Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night. Cos I'm 0 to 60 in three point five...Baby, you got the keys--now shut up and drive. Shut up and drive, drive, drive."*


She revs his engine one article of clothing at a time. Addictions Black Hottie shiny latex in cool black with red accents and silver buckles by Marijane Greene (Hottie outfit also comes in red, pink or white, L$300 - comes with its own shoes, not pictured.). This vision, a vestige of every guy's earliest and deepest erotic fantasy, designed to emphasize each seductive curve on her perfectly toned frame. (There is a slight seaming issue on the arms, more pronounced in certain poses, but this outfit got two thumbs up from males and females across the grid because of the highly-charged sex appeal.) Minx Sultry Obsession boots by Nikki Clayton (gift from Power Commander) beg to be thrown over his shoulders. Details like red laces and accents, highly-polished black leather, silvery metallic studs, and break-your-neck high heels beckon onlookers attention up smooth, powerful thighs. She smiles quietly to herself as she adjusts her raven locks (ETD's "Jessica," compliments of my friend, Honoria Paine) and adds the final touches, Gaea Gorget Scarlet Choker and Gaea's Teardrop earrings in crimson and silver by Lucas Lameth of Earthtones, confident in the knowledge that this look will spark his ignition. She moves like a graceful custom machine as she purrs, "So if you feel me let me know. Come on now what you waiting for? My engine's ready to explode! So start me up and watch me go!!!"*




Lost in thoughts of him...her back arches, her hands greedily wandering her own protruding love cannons, humidity rising in her Myllie Writer *Persona* Greta panties...she dials his number, "Come quickly." Persona's Greta lingerie is the definition of temptation. The sheerest of panties exposing Veronica's ecstasy trail, the tiniest ribbons wrapped around her firm, round buttocks, grazing across her trembling thighs. The bra with tiny bows hinting at her desire to be unbound, unleashed into a passionate fury in his arms.


He arrives, what is he wearing? *bites her fist* Is he...no, he can't possibly, can he really be *gasp*...BLUE COLLAR?!? fashHorrors! He'll never be able to support her inmost fashDesires. *sighsss...and deadbolts the door* FashLesson learned, vital stats first, next time...



*Walking away in disgust.* Of all the nerve, thinking she's all that in her bleeding knickers with breath that smells like festering, bubbling, pustulant roadkill...my dog is too proud to roll in something that fetid and putrefied. Last time I let a tight body and some tarty little clothes turn my head! And the next gal will know what the right end of a toothbrush looks like, as I live and breathe...fresh air!

*Lyrics from "Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna

**Poses from Myllie Writer and AnnaH Whitfield of Animah

***Blue Collar Attire first blogged by Mr. Oh of Second Man
Outfit by Westy's (slurl included here: Second Man post by Mr. Oh)

Fashion Fitz Info:
Shape: /Shift\ Custom Avatars 4 U
Hair in Lingerie Shoot: Armidi St. Moritz

Blue Collar Male Model:
Picture ONE
[Renegade] West 68 White Jeans
[Renegade] Titanium Dress Shirt
Jeepers Creepers Shoes - Quixote Black Boots
Naughty "Dare" - Golden Bay Multi-tonal III hair
Pictures TWO and THREE
[Indigo] Leather Race Jacket in Coffee Bean
FNKY! SwitchBlade Glasses

P. S. Many thanks to my not-so-very-blue-collar guy for allowing his image to be reproduced and enduring the halitosis.

Labels: blue collar, boots, bra, casual, hair, high heels, latex, lingerie, long hair, medium length hair, panties, sexy, stilettos, work clothes

Posted by Loren Fitzgerald at 7:05 AM | Permalink | Comments

Myllie Writer tagged me and I thought it was some blight on my blog because I haven’t been posting enough. (Guilty conscience?)

Here are the rules: (You know them.)

Random Facts:

1. In real life my mom, sister and I all have the same shoe and ring sizes. My mom has great shoes and a lot of really expensive jewelry, and my sister shops, shall we say, *fashDisgust* discount. But as teenagers this oddity meant we had three times the jewels and shoes. Now it just means that if the dog pisses my shoes while I’m at their house, I’ll still have shoes to wear home.

2. I’m an unknown champion of a little known sport--leg wrestling. I found I had this talent around the age of 12. I leg wrestled my dad who is quite a burly dude, and I beat him. ELATION! In fact, I beat him three times in a row. Later, Dad’s friend came over to the house, a guy that worked out at the gym a lot, proud of his body...stance like Arnold Schwarzenegger, you know the type. Dad says, “So, Ronnie, why don’t you leg wrestle the kid, she’s pretty good.” Ronnie obliges with a smile, already visibly savoring victory over a 12 year old girl. BOOM...he’s over, mercilessly defeated by an 80 pound girl. The look on his face as he rights himself...astonishment mixed with the testosterone flush of a Goodyear Blimp-sized ego deflating. He growls that he wasn’t ready, rematch! There were 10 rematches in all, the 80 pound weakling won all of them. I think Ronnie carried his penis home in a purse that night.

3. As a party trick, I can fit a large doorknob in my mouth. And yes, if the guy wasn’t interested in me before that, oh hell yeah, he’s interested now. ;o)

4. Dream profession: singer. Dream voice: NO, relegated to singing my lungs out with the sunroof open.

5. & 6. My 8 pound toy poodle, Monet, has saved my life twice. One day I was walking him on our normal route down a country road. We get to a certain point on the tree-lined road and he just won’t budge. He’s normally very well-behaved, more obedient than any 2 year old child I know, and knows more tricks than a circus dog. So I tug, “C’mon, let’s get this done.” His bottom planted firmly on the road, his eyes peering at me like I’ve just escaped from the Funny Farm. Exasperated, I tell him to MOVE IT! At this point, he drags me off the road, just then a huge limb falls from a tree right onto the spot where we’d have been traveling if he’d let me continue the walk. No, I mean gargantuan, as in...kersplat! end of one woman and one tiny pooch. Let’s just say, I don’t second guess his judgment anymore. ;o)

Secondly, I’d just moved and took an older refrigerator with me. I’m getting ready for work one morning, and Monet won’t stop barking at the fridge. I look at the fridge and think, ah maybe he saw something under there, or his ball rolled under. I tell him to be quiet. He sits there silent for all of two seconds. Now he’s back on duty, barking his doggy arse off at the bottom of the fridge. Finally, I get on my hands and knees, two bare wires are rubbing together and sparking! The wall behind the fridge was over 200 year old barn wood. House fire averted, possessions intact, and dog...NOT dead....priceless. Yes, my dog is smarter than me, and yes, I get to use two numbers for this.

7. I seriously love bubblegum. No, I don’t love blowing bubbles, I just love chewing gum. Don’t even think about leaving a Juicy Fruit pack near me.

8. Escaped death more times than Evel Knievel.

I’d tag Montecore Babcock if it would make him write a post for Fashion Fitz. ;o)

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