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Author : Vanessa Estrella
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Summary : I have always been a good girl. Seriously. I have always tried real hard to be good, but lately I have discovered I am also sometimes... a bad girl. A very bad girl, and it's that delicious contrast that of late has driven me to do some very adventurous things, some of them quite exciting! For instance... Here I am walking down a bright sidewalk just after breakfast, my new sandals hugging my toes like a kid hugs a puppy. They fit perfectly and are quite fashionable. See? That's good, right? My toenails are perfectly trimmed and painted mango green, my ankle bracelet is sterling and my legs freshly shaved. Good, right? Of course. But then there's this bad girl thing going on as well. Far above my sandals, damn near the tops of my freshly shaven legs is a very short leather skirt, red naturally, that is also hugging me. Specifically, it is hugging my firm athletic bottom, which I can feel flex with each step I take toward Mister Valik's Candy Shop. Yes, my boyfriend got me into this, who else right? He introduced me to this world, one that a good girl would never have found on her own. He has me dressed today like a little slut in a red tube top as well. Why, you must be asking? To test my love for him, at least that is what he says it is. I wonder sometimes. Obviously, I love him beyond words, that's why I must use my tongue, my fingers and these little adventures to prove it to him, over and over. At first I thought I was doing all of this to satisfy him. That was my good girl talking though. However, it soon became evident to me that I had another side to my motivation, a desire to take myself to new places, new heights. I discovered certain triggers, words or clothing that could quickly take me there. I had discovered in myself a new side, a powerful side. The other side, of me. As I take the six steep steps up from the sidewalk and push open the heavy glass door to Mister Valik's Candy Shop an old man sitting at the bottom of the stairs whistles, no doubt having looked up my short skirt to confirm what I already know. Only bad girls leave their panties at home.