Just came back from outside. It's 2:30am sunday (monday) night in France. Need to write. My first post here.

I'm a beautifull women. Very popular. Attractive. Desired. My pics make words useless. On top of being beautifull, I'm a filthy whore who likes heating up around me and dressing as provocative as french law allows me. Don't get surprised, I wear micromini skirts and extra high heels just for a 30 meters walk for buying cigarettes at 8am.
But I can also dress that way to breath some fresh air in the public gardens that surround the city.Usually around 11pm. Lonely. 

You know what's great about being beautifull and a well-known bisexual liberal girl? Well, you can get laid whenever you want you the most handsome men, the rich ones... You can fuck anyone, anyone wants to fuck you, sexy young couples and their hot girls answer your call before it rings...And your mailbox is plenty of proposals..

But you know what happens when you're a filthy slut as me? Well, you end up naked except for the high heels, droped on the bed,writting your first blog post while your asshole is dripping the cum that 3 ugly, fat and gross black old men filled you with 30 minutes ago, after they saw you getting in a dark sexshop they were standing in front of, dressed with a tight microboxer, a very thin and almost transparent tanktop, as shining as the silver laces of my platform high heels.  

Well, that's my conception... I was made beautifull and filthy in order to be fucked. Why would I refuse assuming the consequences my body creates among people?