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Happy Slut-O-Ween!

I have always loved Halloween. Colder weather, mountains of candy, creative costumes. As a kid I was all about the homemade costume. One year my mom made me an M&M costume with two hula hoops and some brown fabric. Real cute. Sometime around high school, though, things change.  Too “old”, too cool, and WAY too calorie conscious to go door-to-door begging for candy, the night becomes all about the Halloween Party. A night to gather with friends, get scared at haunted houses, and, oh yea – dress as goddamn sexy as you possibly can.

It’s Slut-O-Ween!

Gone are the days trying to impress people with your killer creativity. This day is all about flaunting your endless fuckability. Naughty nurse, sexy pirate – you name it. Halloween is now the one day a year even the most conservative girl has a free pass to dress like a stripper – and I’m all in.

This year I am dressing as a steampunk girl. Tight leather bodice, squeezing everything up and in, tiny black boy shorts, tall leather boots, and long pink wig. It’s slut-tastic!

So what’s the motivation for this one-day-a-year transformation from pantsuit office professional to Vegas prostitute? Why are we jumping in with both feet to look like one? Because ladies, 364 days a year we keep it a secret. Halloween is the one day we’re actually honest with ourselves. We are sluts.

I love sex. I love having a lot sex. I love pleasure. I love making out with a hot guy. I love the feeling of power when I get him rock hard just by running my hand down the front of his pants. Does this make me a slut? Maybe. It also makes me human.

Girls are no different from guys in their need for pleasure. We’re just better at hiding it. Some girls are offended by the fact that we can’t really get away with it like men can without being seen as “slutty”. I’m kinda neutral on this one. The fact that most days I don’t look or act like a slut is part of my appeal. I like to keep ‘em guessing.

Will she? Is she?

Today I get to confuse them even more. Check me out in my barely there costume. I might let you get close. I might flirt. I might tease you. Maybe we’ll fuck someday. Maybe we won’t. Tomorrow I’m back to office professional, but for the foreseeable future my Slut-O-Ween image will be burned on his brain.

Power play! Score one for the ladies…

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