Date night is a very important night, I think. The most important night of all. When a girl gets to look good, and please her man, preparation is everything. First, a long, hot bath, to get nice and relaxed. And, of course, shaving. Under the arms, the legs, and the crotch. I have got to be nice and smooth for a nice, sexy man. After all, this date could end up getting rather physical, and being nice and smooth all over is very important. Men like a girl who is smooth and soft.
After that, hair is important, even if it is going to get all messy later, when things wind up in the bedroom. They always say “bedroom eyes”, but I think that “bedroom hair” is better. “JBF Hair”, we called it growing up. “Just Been Fucked”. All messy and tousled, from when he’s been pulling on it, from when he switches positions. But still, hair has to be perfect before the date, all perfectly coifed and styled.
Then, makeup. Oh, there’s so much makeup, so many ways to look sexy for a man. Mascara and eyeliner, to give that perfect doe-eyed look (and looking so sexy when it’s runny, from giving a deep, sloppy blowjob); lipstick, lips so perfectly painted and kissable (which will also look good wrapped around a cock!); eyeshadow and blush, to add a bit of mystery to the whole look. And nails, both fingers and toes, trimmed, filed, and painted. So dainty, so delicate, so perfect to dig into his back during sex.
Then it’s time to get dressed. Sheer, silken stockings, rolled up smooth, tanned legs; a pair of scandalously-small panties, to frame a lovely, fuckable ass; and, of course, the quintessential “little black dress”. A pair of nice, strappy high heels, and… perfect. And there’s a knock on the door; that must be him.
Go ahead, sweetie. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look how pretty you look for your date. You almost look like a real girl. You’re not a real man, so you’d better at least pretend to be a girl. He’s going to be using you like one, that’s for sure. I’m sure you two will have lots of fun on your “date”.
Sometimes men just amaze me. They brag about how big their cocks are when they are much less than adequate. I believe that is why I have so much fun with the little, itty bitty tiny men. I mean they’re two inches of useless but loud and proud about it. During my day, I could use a good laugh and one of my callers had me laughing so hard I couldn’t stop.
