Horny guys and hot blondes!

Horny guys just can’t resist hot blondes and I write that from experience! Whenever I go out on the town with my mates Natasha and Irina they always get the lion’s share of attention yet I know that I have a much hotter body! The thing is, they are both blondes and I’m not. Oh and they are busty blondes to boot and don’t mind letting it all hang out if you know what I mean! It’s annoyed me so much that I am going to hit the bottle. A bottle of peroxide that is... And I might just start wearing low cut tops myself. Men are just so, so, so annoying! They are just so shallow and so obvious! You wouldn’t catch me hitting on a guy just because of his hair colour or how much of his chest he is revealing to the world. I’m not bothered about a guy’s looks. Just so long as a man is wealthy enough to treat me to the finer things in life I will happily date him!

Anyway, last night was a blast. They say blondes have more fun and that was certainly my experience. I had dyed my hair and I was wearing a sexy little black dress that showed plenty of side boob and clung to my perfect posterior. Natasha and Irina were dressed to kill as usual, in matching outfits that made them look like twins and had all the guys drooling over them. But for once I got just as much attention and I made the most of it. At one point the three of us were up on the bar, dancing and doing a very sexy girl on girl on girl routine. Three hot blondes putting on a show for the lascivious men who could think of only one thing – sex!

Natasha and Irina are Eastern European girls and have been over here for a few years now. They work as visiting escorts and I must admit I am envious of the lifestyle it affords them. I’ve thought of doing some escort work myself but my boyfriend wouldn’t approve. They are so much fun to be around, really wild and outrageous and more than happy to take off their clothes in public. They have no inhibitions whatsoever and last might I got a bit caught up in it all I admit. At one point when we were dancing seductively, to the obvious delight of our male admirers, we began to grope and caress each other. The crowd whooped in appreciation and when the routine was over they applauded vigorously and wolf whistled. I was elated and in my euphoria I entirely forgot that I had a boyfriend and well, the guy who helped me down from the bar was a real hunk. Perhaps I will tell you what happened one day, or maybe not as my boyfriend might be reading this!

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