Saturday, February 19, 2011

30

On the morning of my thirtieth birthday, I woke up next to a gorgeous man. Tonight, he's taking me out on the town. A black strapless dress with little white polka dots. (Perfect for twirling.) Black patent leather come fuck me heels. A red clutch. Pearls. And a teeny, tiny red lace thong.


Thirty doesn't stand a chance.

9 comments:

.j.william. said...

T, I'd wish you a happy birthday, but you've clearly got that covered.

To the 30s! They don't have to be the Great Depression.

Susanlee said...

Your outfit sounds awesome. Exactly right for a birthday! I need to know more about gorgeous man...

Sara Marie said...

Have an awesome birthday!! Your gonna kick it :)

Eric said...

Happy Birthday, T!

gitz said...

live it, girl.

nina michelle said...

i'm confused... are you wearing that or is he? *smirk* Happy Birthday darlin' from a long lost-but-now-found blog friend.

i am going to add you to my new blog. times changes, life changes, blog changes but dear friends are never forgotten.

kiss kiss
nina

MmeBenaut said...

A very happy belated Birthday wish for you little one. I'm sorry I missed it on the day. Your little outfit sounds spectacular. I hope your evening was just perfect.

Kate said...

That sounds like paradise to me right now! Happy birthday!

The URL for my new blog is
www.thereoncewasawoman.blogspot.com
Still getting it tidied up, but it should be there in a day or two.

Maria said...

You shameless hussy. At least make him work for his supper.