beckstra
03-02-2003, 12:40 AM
The fishnets were cruel to me, their seams weaving in and out through the crowd. I was feeling pretty sexy anyway. I could hear the clock of those stillettos come through the techno beats and tinkling of glasses. The wearhouse was packed to the gills and there I was, lying with my stomach to the ground.
I wanted to see those fishnets in a heap on my floor. I was going to see those stillettos kicked around in my apartment. I started crawling toward those sinewy legs. They killed me.
I wanted to see those fishnets in a heap on my floor. I was going to see those stillettos kicked around in my apartment. I started crawling toward those sinewy legs. They killed me.