I take the bus to work. I don’t have a car and don’t want one. I think it’s funny when men stare at me – usually my breasts first, then my face. Then they check out the rest of me, my legs, and then my ass – my great ass.
I swear to god, I think this one older guy pretending not to notice me, was jacking off behind reading his newspaper. That’s a little sad don’t you think?
When I’m at work I don’t get the stares, don’t get the guys with their mouths open too much. Most of the time I’m fine with that – you know, they know me now, but sometimes I like to stir the pot.
If I wear something low cut, men like to hang out at my desk. Same thing when I decide to leave my bra at home which I do often in the summer. Pity now the weather is turning colder. I definitely have the body for summer.
To me honest with you, I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who doesn’t think with his third leg except maybe for Larry. He’s an odd one – a tough nut to crack. Sometimes I think I send him these posts to turn him on. I wonder if they do? So far he hasn’t told me.
I like to read the comments when I post something here, so many little boys out there. I’m still waiting for that man to come along.
I’m such a tease.