Skirts are my thing.
I love how it feels to have my skirt blown up by something.
I like it literally, stepping over an exhaust grate or having my skirt lifted by a breeze.
I like it figuratively, getting passionate about something and needing to vent, or having something take me by surprise and completely blow me away.
You just can’t get the same experience in pants.
I have a very nice, respectable blog elsewhere. But I started this blog because sometimes I want to be less than nice.
On this blog, I will share things that blow my skirt up.
Real things. Things that might get a little rough. Things I need to talk about but can’t in my real life. Things that threaten to whip my skirt right off.
If this blog gets a readership, I’ll be thankful. And then I’ll decide whether to take off the mask.
Then again, can’t think of anything much sexier than wearing just a skirt and mask….