A Totally Natural and Unique Way to a Slimmer and Sexier You!

Below Are Extracts of a Story Featured in Love It! Magazine

Cleaner to Stripper

Size-conscious Anna could only face fumbles in the dark
but then she found a pill that gave her more than just a bedroom boost...

I was a £5-an-hour cleaner in a strip pub, The Forrester's Arms, in Southend-on-Sea. But there was nothing sexy about me. I was Mrs Mop - fat and frumpy. My belly hung over my tracky bottoms and my bingo wings bulged in my shirt.

As I buffed the floor, I longed to be a teenager again. Back then, I'd been a trim size 10 with womanly curves. They'd caught the attention of my husband Eric.But then I got pregnant and tripled in size. When I pushed out my son, Kristian, I was a whopping 13st and a size 18.

I'd tried endless diets such as meal replacements and even slimming oil - nothing worked.

A Sexy Solution

Back home, I clattered round the kitchen making Kristian, nine, sausages and mash for tea. Eric, 27, came in dusty from his building work. "Hiya, love", he said, kissing the rolls of fat on my neck. I pushed his wandering hands and lips away. "Get off," I groaned.

Eric and I used to have sex every night, but now, I could only face it with the lights off. How could he fancy me when I looked like a beached whale? Over the next few weeks, I tried faddy diets. Eric couldn't understand it. "Stop wasting money and making yourself miserable," he pleaded. I felt guilty as we struggled for money, but I had to get back the woman Eric married.

After dinner, I logged on to the Internet, looking for diet websites. A flashing pink and yellow pop-up caught my eye. A natural way to a slimmer and sexier you, the ad read. It sounded too good to be true. "Wow", I gasped, scanning the page - Slimnsexy.

The site sold a herbal pill that could suppress your appetite - and boost your sex drive. It used 'horny goat weed', a natural form of Viagra. Women on the site said they'd shed pounds and romped loads thanks to the little green pill.

"Brilliant," I giggled. Then I saw the price "£90 for three months worth?" I gasped. We were already short of cash. "It's worth it," I decided, pulling out my credit card.

A Stirring Inside

SEXY - My stipping has given me a new lease of life in the bedroom

Three days later, my supply arrived, along with a healthy-eating plan to help the pills work. Before my shift, I popped a tablet in my mouth and washed it down with water. That morning, I cleaned and buffed. By lunch, I only fancied a tuna sandwich and pushed away my crisps and chocolate.

For the next three weeks, I cooked healthy meals and popped a pill every day. My Clothes were already baggy and I'd managed to squeeze into my old size-16 jeans. I ran upstairs and jumped on to the scales. "Yes," I cried. I'd lost 10 pounds in three weeks.

I nipped to the shops to pick up some special underwear and packed Kristian off to his mate's for a sleepover. Tonight, Eric was in for a big surprise. An hour later, the front door clicked open.

"What's got into you?" he gasped as I leapt on him. Tearing off his clothes, we thudded on to the duvet, our sweating bodies a tangle of passion and lust. I forgot about my saggy bits as we romped for an hour.

My libido continued to soar. We did it at least three times a night. Romping on the sofa, in the shower and even on top of the washing machine.

At work; I has so much energy, I cleaned in double quick time, and tidied up Sharon's office while she was away enjoying a long holiday.

In two months, I'd lost two stone. I was a size 12. Just as I was spritzing the stale air with air freshener, Sharon came in. "Who are you?" she said peering at my face. "It's me, Anna," I said, confused. "Your cleaner."

She frowned. "My cleaner is fa..." she began. "Oh, it is you." "You look amazing," Sharon cried. "You shouldn't be sweeping the stage, you should be on it."

I laughed. "Yeah right," I said. But she was serious. "You'd make a great stripper," she said. Sharon told me how much money I could make - and how it would keep me in shape. I bit my lip nervously. "OK," I said suddenly. "I'll do it."

Stripping Success

Before my debut, I practiced nervously in front of the mirror and made up a sultry routine. The next night, I limbered up backstage and adjusted my pink bikini top and skirt. If You Think I'm Sexy boomed out. I swallowed my nerves and glided on to the stage. Spinning around, I weaved my bum in time to the beat. I whipped off my skirt to reveal a skimpy thong.

The audience roared. I flushed with excitement as the men's eyes were glued to my svelte figure and tanned boobs. When the song ended, I stood while drooling men slipped notes into my thong.

That night, Eric enjoyed the sexual tension that built up in me all night. Three months on, I still love stripping. The money's amazing. Eric loves his private shows. And, since rediscovering our sex life, we've grown closer than ever.
Anna Balcerzak, 25, Southend-on-Sea, Essex

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