I’m writing you this letter
So you can plainly see
That, though I’m on your naughty list
There is some back story.
See, Springtime rolled around this year
And I realised that my
Quota for good deeds and such
Wasn’t very high.
So I sat down and thought really hard
(I think some brain cells died)
And I came up with this brilliant plan
Of being a girl guide!
It was a boring Thursday afternoon when I got a phone call from Ginger with a hot tip about a new beach she’d heard about. I had nothing else to do and I felt like playing with something pretty and tanned so I grabbed my newest bikini and some lotion and off I flew to find a partner to make the afternoon more interesting.
Hard. Bite my neck. Bite my shoulders. My neck…. my ears…. my lips.
Oh my goodness, it’s been so long! I’m sorry for deserting you my darlings but sometimes life just gets too busy and hectic and I forgot to come and share my adventures with you. I am mortified to have left you for so long and I promise it won’t happen again. But enough about me, let’s talk about you. How much did you miss me?
Today has been another busy day but I thought this might be a day you would like to hear about. You see, my services have been employed as a “muse”. Now, to be honest, I don’t have the least idea what a “muse” actually does but it appears, from previous occassions, that my job is to sit around looking fabulous while a gorgeous specimen of the male species tinkers with his keys.
I’m not sure I have ever shared with you one of my many talents. Did you know I could sing? I’m actually rather good even if I do say so myself. I personally think it’s all the exercise my vocal chords get during one of my other favourite activities (I have never been one to keep quiet when I’m enjoying something) but let’s keep that between us. Today however, I am exercising them publicly in another way.
I know it may be hard to believe, but my life isn’t just one big social event after another. I mean, a lot of it is, but I do get a day off now and again. On those days I find there are chores that must be taken care of despite my hatred of them. Gardening is one of them.
I remember being young and being asked what I wanted to be when I grow up. When I was six I wanted to be a princess. Now I’m…….well, older than that and my ambitions have changed somewhat. I want to be adored.
The problem being predisposed to getting naked in public at any available opportunity is that you really need to have the goods to back it up. This is where a good workout is a must.
Once upon a time, two beautiful princesses decided they led such hard and stress filled lives that they decided they needed a night out of fun and relaxation. This is their story.
One of my favourite things is swimming at night. Really, it’s a good job I like doing it at night as I don’t own a pool and the only way I can indulge my secret love is to, what I like to term, “borrow” a neighbours pool for a while.