Who could possibly enforce the no smoking rule on our latest Toil Girl Kaybelline when her very essence is that of a smoldering ember of sensuality? Trying to extinguish that flame would be like cooling down Mount St. Helens with a tray of ice cubes.


More so than defiance, Kaybelline is the embodiment of frivolity and frisk. She's the type of women whose sense of mirth and mayhem can drive a guy daffy just as quickly as any sleek, silky-smooth, whispering seductress--er--not that Kaybelline isn't capable of turning a man's brain into Malto Meal by putting on a skin-tight evening dress, a pair of pumps and a come-hither smirk!


Not much I can say about the art itself other than the fact I lovingly included two of Kay's most prized possessions: her rockabilly pussy cat shoes and her plush turtle backpack, which I regretfully wasn't able to display better. Just knowing it's there hopefully gave our beloved model some sense of satisfaction. The Marquis de Sade book was tossed in as a last minute thought which worked out well as Kaybelline said she had been a fan of the sadistic bard's work.


Crazy smooches to our ever-frollicking, ever-smiling, ever-darling Kaybelline. Thanks for the naughty concept and thanks for making my gallery walls gleam with glee.


And to Marlboro, I'll be expecting my first endorsement check in the mail soon.


 

Date of Entry: 10/04