🎼 I recall Central Park in fall, how I tore my dress, what a mess, I confess…
Well, truth be told, I’ve never made it to New York and most probably never will. (But if I made it there, I’d make it anywhere.)
Also, luckily, I’ve never torn a dress while I was wearing it. (Danke schoen!)
But trust me, this dress that I wore for my birthday party last weekend needs no tear to put you in danger of revealing more than you intended.
I turned 30, by the way. (I’m transparent about that, too.)
It has been said that you can never go wrong with a little black dress. Oh, how wrong they’ve been…
Don’t get me wrong, I love this dress. It is obviously extremely sexy and everything and I think I wear it quite well. But if I ever get to wear it outside the house, I better make sure I put on at least a G-string.
That transparent lane starting from my (quite impressive, might I add) cleavage runs all the way down to the seam and does not change direction before revealing my private parts.
I only picked photos taken from angles not revealing what should remain hidden. I beg your understanding.
