That Kilt Thing
May 11th 2006 13:03
When Taffy came down on the weekend, we once again decided to forget our troubles and try our luck on Oxford St. To us, that means dress up time- and we decided to have some fun with it. One word- schoolgirls.
In all fairness to us, we are not creepy old men. But we did spend some of our formative years in Catholic schools and you don’t escape from there without a few fetishes.
Since actual school uniforms rarely measure up to the fantasy we extrapolated a little, and no, alas, I did not take any pictures that night that are fit for public consumption. But I wont deprive you of visual stimulation and you will just have to imagine very very hard.
Taffy wore her actual uniform button-up shirt, tied and buttoned in a way that would probably have gotten her expelled. Suspended at least. In for some interesting punishment certainly.
And tiny black micro shorts. And boots. And not much else really.
And I had a black lace shirt, which for some reason no one would ever let me wear. Don't you think that's unfair? The classic little pink skirt. It's an essential ingredient in any balanced uniform.
And fishnets for that touch of elegence and of course my beloved boots. Boots are the ultimate clubbing accessory. I would never leave home without them!
And when we were all pretty and looking as vulnerable as possible to any predators lurking on dark Sydney streets we set out together into the night.
In all fairness to us, we are not creepy old men. But we did spend some of our formative years in Catholic schools and you don’t escape from there without a few fetishes.
Since actual school uniforms rarely measure up to the fantasy we extrapolated a little, and no, alas, I did not take any pictures that night that are fit for public consumption. But I wont deprive you of visual stimulation and you will just have to imagine very very hard.
Taffy wore her actual uniform button-up shirt, tied and buttoned in a way that would probably have gotten her expelled. Suspended at least. In for some interesting punishment certainly.
And tiny black micro shorts. And boots. And not much else really.
And I had a black lace shirt, which for some reason no one would ever let me wear. Don't you think that's unfair? The classic little pink skirt. It's an essential ingredient in any balanced uniform.
And fishnets for that touch of elegence and of course my beloved boots. Boots are the ultimate clubbing accessory. I would never leave home without them!
And when we were all pretty and looking as vulnerable as possible to any predators lurking on dark Sydney streets we set out together into the night.
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