Sleeping with Steve Madden

I figured, since I’ve had Tiger Woods in my pussy (twice!), that it was time to sleep with another favorite boy of mine, since my Real Life boys aren’t here to keep me company.
I went shopping tonight for flat or low-heeled boots, since I broke the heel on my favorite black ones. Ad’s response when I told him: “Thank God W’s out of state for it – you won’t hear his scream of anguish as you swipe your card.” There’d have been no cry, however.
Final score: flats – 0; red high heels – 1.
That’s right, I went for flats specifically and I still came home with high heels.
As penance I am sleeping in them tonight.

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