So, SA was here visiting me this weekend, and last night we got dressed up, including corsets and (p)leather, and had much fun. And there were, of course, pictures. (Most pictures taken by The Boy, who was more than happy to watch hot girls lace each other into corsets....)

(Also, in these pictures, the only things that SA is wearing that belong to her are her boots and her corset. The pleather pants, necklace, earrings, and stockings [which you can't see] are mine, and the long PVC gloves belong to The Boy.)

Lacing up.
A little more.
And a little more.
Just a little more.
Laced up.
SA = HOTT.
Guh.
Gah.
Meep.
Me showing off my new shoes.
Being dorks.
Smooch.
Gosh, look at those.
And, presto! I will change you into a sex goddess!

RAAR!

Dang, you two are the hotness.

Day-um. I want to play dress-up! Also, I love your corset.

What they said!

My screen melted!!! Wow. Such hottitude!

I will have to send you mangoes Plei. I have 3 trees and so so many of them. Late summer I think.

Very hot pictures! I want to play dress up.

Heh. SA had been debating between a black brocade skirt with the corset, or my pants. When she came out of the bedroom in the pants and corset, The Boy went non-verbal. We decided that indicated the pants were the right choice.

umm

uh

hmm

The boy's not the only one who went non-verbal. Wowza.

I've skipped an awful lot, due to business. And I'm very drunk. Still, thought I should announce:

Gershwin Girl and I broke up.

It sucks, but was expected and probably the best thing overall.