أنا أكره [بنسس], جدار زهرات أنّ فقط يسقط بعيدا من الجدار عندما يرى هم شيء قوّيّة هم يريدون أن ب تمسّك إلى, أن يساندهم.

يحبّ زهرات مملّة أنّ يحصل يقذف بعيدا في يوم.

الزهرات وحيد أنا أحبّ مثل الورود سوداء على هذا إسكندر [مكقوين] صدار خفاف. هكذا [سمرتلي] يشكّل, هكذا بعناية يشيّد, يجعل السحائب صغيرة مظلمة من جمال فريدة هذا إسكندر [مكقوين] أحذية رئيس. بخلاف المقلد وربّة بيت [كتّي], الورود استطاع بسهولة وقفت على هم خاصّة.

يتخيّل أعين عرضا يغلق:

جعل الورود [بستيس] عظيمة, يصحّ?

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هذا [كو] [إيرن] دبوس الزينة كيف رئيس سيدة سوفت هذّبت: كلّ ذكيّة خطوط ويحدّ أشكال, كلّ تلألؤ حادّة وأبيض صافية بتول.

أيّ يذكّر [م-ثيس] [كو] [إيرن] عمل دبوس الزينة أيضا عظيمة أن يشبك فوق أنّ حافة من خاصّتي, الواحدة أنّ إصابات صحيحة ركباتك.

لأنّ مثل سيدة, هذا [كو] [إيرن] دبوس الزينة يحصل هو:

حياة قصيرة. حافتك سوفت كنت, أيضا.

» [كو] [إيرن] دبوس الزينة $615, Net-a-Porter.com

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تركت ك [شنل] إتفاق [أت هوم], سفر ضوء إلى [هوليدي برتي] ك:

ك مال, نعناع, صولجان, هاتف جوّال, وثلاثة كيس واق طية داخل [ا] تدّ [روسّي] قابض, يغلّف شظية من فضة.

Use the mirror metallic leather to triple-check yourself as often as you like, without anyone knowing.

And you should–you look hot, even better than the dude you’re dancing with.

So ditch him, and you and Ted Rossi have a quick bit of fun by yourselves in the bathroom.

» Ted Rossi clutch $325, Vivre.com

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“Hi, may I speak with Kristopher?”

“This is she,” I say, waiting for the usual–

“Oh! Oh… I thought–”

“That I was a gay man?”

“Heh heh! Well,” he says, “I saw your site and the photo and I figured it was stock photography, and then, you know, that part of your site that says, ‘SEX’ in all caps, that didn’t seem like something typically a girl would write.”

“I’m not typical. And though I’m flattered you thought I was a random model, does that mean you also thought the Kristopher behind all these dirty words was a fat man who likes it on his stomach?”

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Life is less drudging through democracy and more aspiring to aristocracy. Life is pulling yourself above the mess of the masses. Life is besting the rest in your own way: maybe you’re a baroness of business, a princess of pop, maybe–

You just give great brain.

So sash yourself with this gold, jeweled Oscar de la Renta belt. Sun-king satin lifts your everywoman, (house)wife beater into a queenly state, dainty chains lock down your confidence, and topaz tiles would shine nice on you naked, as you play courtesan in your couture.

Really.

Your boy’ll be inspired to worship the queen that king’ed him

» Oscar de la Renta belt $540, Vivre.com

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With Halloween hung over, it’s time to prep presents for Kwanzanukkah, to play selfless, to –

Gift those who gift you richly the best.

It’s just good business.

But before your buying spree, invest in a something for yourself, like these two-tone bowed Christian Louboutin shoes. All boss black and serious satin, these Christian Louboutin shoes bow-tie yourself into your own gift.

The ambitious arch will have you watch your walk into your meeting.

And kill it.

» Christian Louboutin shoes with bow $925, Net-a-Porter

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Halloween is all about:

Goth glam and black fun.

Getting a spell on.

Dressing more slutty than usual.

Which would be hard, without these Jimmy Choo boot shoes called “Spell.”

Happy Halloween, lovelies.

XXXO,
K

» Jimmy Choo boot sling-backs $1,200, Net-a-Porter.com

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Better to be a whore than a housewife:

One’s all fair trade and freedom, and the other’s a leash in the form of a shared bank account.

One’s all love making and passion, and the other is baby breeding punctuated with a yawn.

One’s all fuck-you Brian Atwood shoes in mad red, and the other is I - haven’t - been - fucked - in - five - months terrycloth slippers stained with dull decaf drip from a chipped mug.

Shudder.

» Brian Atwood shoes $526, Net-a-Porter.com

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The Devil styled himself a snake to tempt Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge.

I slip on this double snake Boucheron ring myself and go sip from the Starbucks of Los Angeles.

As for sharing anything sinfully delish with an Adam–

The dick was a pussy.

» Boucheron ring $2,450, Vivre.com

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I hear my glossy iPhone make its old school ring, and I smile at the blocked number calling, and I answer: “What are you wearing, pool boy?”

“How excited are you about those toys you got in the mail?” asks The Boy.

I finger the blush-pink packaging from Booty Parlor, lying on my desk. “Not as excited as I was before I used them.”

“Already?” asks The Boy. “Did you light candles and have a glass of wine?”

“Of course,” I say. “But within five minutes I grabbed my tits. So then I slapped myself. I said, ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’

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“I just got a bra that’ll make my tits a whole cup bigger!” I sing into my iPhone, talking to The Boy, my boy. “It’s so boss!”

“How many times did you go to Starbucks today?” he asks.

“Only three,” I say. “Anyway, this bra will satisfy me until I break into my IRA to fund my future Botox addiction.” I watch my face in a mirror, and my brows wrinkle at a shadow of a crease I find framing my smile. “That’s really what my retirement stash is for, because the motherfucking Lord knows I’ll be in my death bed, working, wordsmithing dirty stories while giving you a blow job.”

“I’ve always admired your ambition.”

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There’s something boss about a Louis Vuitton bum bag.

The Louis logo brags European chic to balance the bum bag’s timeless tourist vibe, to equal classic style.

Like getting mugged in New York’s Times Square, or, similarly–

Getting fucked up the ass.

» Louis Vuitton bum bag $710, eLUXURY

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I’m lying in my dentist’s chair, and from my lofty vinyl seat Hollywood’s hills look like the rolling green of a miniature golf course–until my eyes slide wide shut to soft black, and my mouth opens to take in The Doctor’s hands. He numbs the bottom half of my face so it’s virtually paralyzed, while my mind frolics free.

I dream up a bow-shaped fanny pack that can fit an iPhone and keys and a book, maybe The Great American Novel I must birth, whose theme might be luck, same as my conversation with The Boy last night:

“I’m getting my gums done tomorrow,” I said. “My entire front lower mouth. So I’ll be living off soy lattes for a couple weeks, and no blow jobs for a few days.”

“I guess I’ll be busy for a few days,” said The Boy.

I echo his laughter with a giggle only interrupted by The Boy’s crackling voice:

“Fuck,” he said. “I want a streak of good luck.”

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A little bit country club, a little bit rock n’ roll.

A lotta bit boss.

And discounted.

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This Givenchy shoe is how sex should style: playfully tough, smartly erotic, equal parts femme submission and masculine domination.

And like sex, this Givenchy shoe’s success lies in its details: an extra thick cover-up exaggerates a peep show of a peep toe, the tiny polished studs drip wet-like over a beautiful skin, and a sumptuous arch is inspired by something long and hard and–

Maybe I should stop watching porn between writing dirty love letters to you.

» Givenchy shoes $535, Barneys.com

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