Make Believe Isn’t Just for Halloween

Last night, my new beau and I were discussing what costume we could pull together for a Halloween party Friday night. We started to brainstorm, and then I remembered I had a real stethascope and went to grab it. . He laid on the one side of his shoulder, and then he put them in his ears and placed it on my breast. Hmm…doctor and his oversexed nurse. I was starting to get a bit excited, and so was he. Wait, he could be a plastic surgeon, “Dr Augment” and I could be his rather augmented breasted patient.

So, I ran upstairs and pulled out my killer black bra that pushed out the orbs even further. And then I found a low scooped baby doll dress (still had the tag on it, as I don’t know WHAT I was thinking when I bought it! I’m sure I would be arrested for indecent cleavage). I put it on over the killer bra, and dug in my piles of shoes for the killer black spike heels (yea, you guessed it…I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought those too! the heels were so high, I could even see what was on the top shelf in my closet!). The finishing touch was a careful application of very, very red lipstick, very red. Did I say RED?

Well…I thought his eyes were going to pop from his head. And yep, that reaction was all I needed to play the part—a partner who plays back makes it sooo easy. Hot damn…playing make believe is so much fun, I don’t think I going to wait until next Halloween to do it again ; )

I think I recall a rather short black leather skirt with the tag still on it stashed away in my closet…