Fat Tuesday

I was raised a good catholic girl so in observance of the day before Lent, I celebrated Fat Tuesday by taking photos. I didn't over eat, had only one glass of wine but I did put on the beads...I actually never flashed for beads, men just handed them over and I have no idea why. I have a mountain of them, even some from New Orleans...

I've given out more than I got because I'm a generous person and I do so love a good flash. I used to carry around really crap beads for the not so great flash and fantastic beads for the super flash. I rate the super flash as a pair of really fantastic breasts, or a ton of courage or a attractive guy that is willing to give me a cock peek. The crap flash is fake tits, or porn star wanna-be dress up girls. I get that our current culture is all about women looking like they just stepped off the set in the Valley but I am not that easily persuaded. I want real, or fakes that have a natural look to them. Basically I want something that is going to feel good in my mouth and not like I'm trying to inflate a party balloon.

I often fantasize what it would be like to wander the crowded streets with nothing on but beads and some sexy skirt (no panties). It appeals to my exhibitionist nature but the thrill might be too much and I would need to constantly use a hanky to wipe the drool from my cunt. 


So happy Fat Tuesday...