'What's it all about?' is kind of a rhetorical question, I just wanted to share some thoughts.
I'm sitting at my desk working on another story, I write romance and a little erotica for fun.
I reach up and move the hair out of my eyes with my pinkie and relish the feeling of the the long hair of my wig as it caresses my shoulders, it gets caught between me and the back of my chair so I reach around and pull it to the front, noticing the almost purple shade on pink on my fingernails; it matches my toes. I glance down and notice how the nipples of my forms are barely evident through my bra and the light linen blouse I am wearing, closing my eyes as the motion of switching my legs from right over left to left over right creates a gentle swish of my skirt; my smooth legs slide easily across each other...
I am completely at peace with myself and the universe.
And people want to know why I dress...