Confessions of a playgirl.

She sat at the edge of the bar wearing a skin-tight lust red dress that complemented her tall slender body.Her wavy midnight-black hair tumbled over her enticing shoulders carelessly.She sat cross-legged,ever so slightly revealing the Chantilly lace at the end of her thigh-high stockings.
Her classic cobalt-black Louboutins perched on the footrest,their red-lacquered soles not only matching her alluring red dress but also the beguiling aura that surrounded her.Her naturally perfect olive-brown skin glistened in the soft dim light of the bar.
Her perfectly manicured french tip nails sensuously traced the rim of a glass of Chardonnay that sat on the counter of the bar.She was the centre of attention and she knew the feeling all too well.