The Minidress:

by Rio

What can one say, when the pics speak for themselves! I doubt, considering the pics to the left and right, that anyone is going to read this text. So it doesn't make any difference, if someone reads this text or not.

I could write an excerpt on the mating rituals of east egyptian sunbeatles and nobody would notice. Everybody would just be oogling at the breathtaking pictures of Karina and ask themselves, why anyone should make an effort to write a text to go with it.

But it is useless to answer this question, as no one is reading it anyway.The question for me is: What does someone write when he can be sure, that no one will read it.

Maybe this is the right place to leave some personal secret numbers. Everytime I forget the code of my bankcard, I could go to the page and look it up.

But probably I couldn't read the text anymore myself, because Karina would take me under her spell with her long, black leather boots. Everytime I would remember how she first got into this sexy brown minidress and than reached for her thick, tight thighhighs.

The intensive smell of leather, which floated about the room, when she got her boots out of the bag. The hypnotic sound, when she slowly pulled up the zipper. The loud (rhythmic) clicking of the heels, which rose up to become a symphony together with the crunching of the leather. At the least, I would have forgotten my secret number again.