God I'm stupid!
This will come as no surprise to many, but it's still true.
For some time now I have contrived to ignore Lucy Zara. Quite why this should have been I do not know, and it certainly was not a deliberate act on my part, I just try not follow hype, or stick too hard to traditions, or go with the flow. But for whatever reason, I just hardly ever watch her shows.
That might change from now on.*
Tuning in tonight to see the lady (who I know to be a classy wearer of quality lingerie, something of which i am myself a great fan) in that beautiful, sexy outfit, I couldn't help but give in to her eyes-on direct-to-viewer engagement with the camera and her foxy, actressy performance. I realise I'd forgotten just how many girls don't bother to interact fully with the viewer through the lens and the screen, but simply pose and jiggle. No, I am once again satisfied that nightshows have something to offer me as a viewer after an hour of seeing Lucy strip out of and don again those gorgeous gloves, which create the perfect aura of dom-kittenish sexuality that's so universally appealing to guys over a certain age (I should say over about thirty? ish) and slowly shed her entire ensemble down to just her stockings and ornate choker. F***ing hot. (and she's just put her long black gloves back on, leaving her edibly splendid body only naked with her lovely limbs accessorised; this just gets better and better)
Have I even any need to wax on about how attracted I am to her eyes?! Lucy has never been, to my mind, the absolute prettiest of the girls on the shows - and I mean that with absolutely no disrespect, it's just that she has ferociously strong and defined bone structure; sometimes i like that, other times it's not what i'm looking for. If there's one drawback to tonight's performance though, it's that I keep looking at her face, framed by that shining gold cascade, accentuated by ruby lips and dominated by those magnetic, fiercely erotic eyes. And I find I'm barely looking at her magnificent huge boobs! I am, undeniably, a fan of great big tits. And not so much fake ones, but I've always had a thing for how girls like Lucy's tits hang when they're on all fours... it just works for me. But I'm barely looking at them tonight. All about the eyes.
I am left with the undeniable feeling that there is still hope for the human race after seeing this teasing one-woman show and I know that there is no reason for me to enact my plan to take over the Russian nuclear arsenal and instigate WW3. Lucy Zara has saved the world this All Saints day morning.
Oh. She's gone now.....and so am I.
Night night!
*It won't though, I'm too flighty.