My work load is coming in and well i’ve pretty much spent the whole day being a ‘Living doll,’ and a sexy one at that! Today i had a 6 hr hour shoot, in the most beautiful of mansions (kinda like the Playboy Mansion) where i spent amazing moments of my life, being a glamour puss, pouting, getting out my boobies, letting my hair be gently blown by wind machines, letting diamonds hang from my ears and looking sexy in corners. I LOVED IT!! It’s one of the best shoots i’ve done. So sexy. So lush. Today i was Queen of Greatness. It kind of made me realise how much i truely love life and truely love glamour modelling. It’s so my thang. The pics came of deliciously. I’ll show you them when they’re ready. Perfect day. So lucky!!! I’m a living doll!!!
I spent the day dressed as a sexy bitch in black thongs, stockings and leopard print, oozing out of champagne glasses. I was also a cheeky, yet naughty maid in a parlour. I’ve been in a chinese corset, sprawling all over deep red carpets, surrounded by teak. A fetish doll in a dungeon…a REAL one, that had a buckle down spanker machine thing in it, with saws and chains. I seductively draped on crumbly walls, did a work out shoot and finished off with a delicious cigar shoot. I had an evening gown sort off draped off me, whilst smoking a massive cigaro like a sexual slag. The pictures look AMAZING!! It was all elegant, chandeliers and DIVINE. I love OTT Glamour. It’s purrfect. I worked with probably one of the best teams EVER and also had ham and pickle sandwiches for lunch. (I don’t ask for much!)
Then i had to rush off, after snatching my cheque (mmmmkay) jump on a train and get to my Burlesque class, which i actually thought was a fun way to end the day. (Even thought, i turned up 15mintues late.) It wasn’t as busy as i thought. But i’m learning the basics and finding it easy. I use to actually be a dancer when i was little, so i’m a niffty little mover. I’m also good at SEX, so the combination of the two is a HIT for The Wunna. I hope my Burlesque class gets better. I’m excited about it all. I luvre a bit of Burlesque.
Then i got on about 4 wrong trains home. I looked like Glamour puss Barbie, about to get anally raped at a stranded lonely train station…in four towns. I’m finally home…i got in at around 11pm. I have a LOT of work on and well my social life is suffering. (The thing that MADE me.) I haven’t been able to talk to my friends, call my lovers, feed my kittens…wink at strangers. I’m all speed ahead right now. But i’m happy. It’s better than scrubbing gussets and wishing for stardom. I’m living my dream….