Superwoman vs. The Zombies PART 2

Hello boys,

You’ll all be glad to know that because Jon is away at the moment, I’ve decided to upload my second chapter of Me v.s the Zombies to the website. If he doesn’t like it… tough!

I want to thank you all for some of the messages that I’ve been receiving, and also I want to say a big thank you to the four guys that I was chatting to via Jon’s new chat feature. It was pretty imprompu, but the guys seemed to like it and I thought it was good fun!

Which leads me onto a few thoughts I’ve had ever since becoming the superheroine I am today: what is it with men and their fascination with super strong women?!!

I mean, some of my work colleagues are amazingly beautiful women, and they have men dangling off them like dogs. It’s almost embarrasing to watch. They’re completely helpless in those girls company. One of those women – whom I won’t tell you her name – is what you might say a corker! With Italian and Portugese blood she’s dark, an amazing figure, large breasts and legs to die for. She’s intelligent, funny, and ballsy. She’s a walking pinup basically. And as I watch her with the guys in the office she has so much POWER! And I really mean that. She could get any one of those men to do anything for her with a flash of a smile or a glimpse of her plunging cleavage.

So, this really leads me on to my situation. Now, I don’t proclaim to be like the girls from the office upstairs, but I can certainly command my fair share of attention… and never more so than when I change into my costume!

I mean, it’s one thing turning up in my blue and reds, but when I kick a guy across a room or lift him of his feet the guy is turned on… and I mean TURNED ON!

What is it? Is it the strength?
The vast physical superiority over you guys
The fact that in my costume many men want me, but know they will never never have me?
I don’t know.
But I certainly like it!
You guys will never know (unless you’re Brad Pitt) what it’s like to have a man stutter, splutter and blush in your presence. Just because of my looks, my boobs, my legs, bum, strength, superiority, etc.

So, it was just a few little thoughts I’ve had recently and something I’d love to discuss with you guys. Do you prefer me in my black dress, or is it something about the cozzy? Or something about me having a guy dangling from my hand.

Have a fantastic Easter boys, and remember, get in touch by this blog thing or the forum and I’ll make Jon set up a way of apply for a chatroom space when he returns. That way we can organise a larger chat room and we can discuss my strength/costume/female queries in there!

Bye boys, and be good!

Beth