Dancing the Pole

I blast my music, ignoring everything else, my hips possessed by a dance that is the ultimate sensual showing. This is where I get my freedom, my confidence, my sense of "Hell yeah, I'm the sexiest thing to walk the Earth since ever." (Unfortunately, that feeling only endures as long as the song.) I curl around my pole, skirt dripping from my thighs. This is how I express myself.

I ponder about what would happen should anyone witness these dances that I lead myself through. What would they think of my fuck me pumps, my fishnet stockings, my lacy lingerie? I dismiss the thoughts. Who cares what they think? This is for me.