Just when you think........
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Publié :31/10/2011 17h25
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 23h9 9220 vues
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Ok so to those who stop in occasion, this post will make absolutely no sense to you. Needless to say, life has had it's ups and downs over the last several years. So many changes have happened in this little sprites world, but something keep drawing me back wondering what happened, how could you walk away from such a close friendship like it was nothing? Was that all I was to you? I have sent emails, IM's to no avail, yet I see a handle of a visitor to my blog, and without looking, I knew it was you..............
How could you leave when you were needed the most? Wasn't I worth more than that? Reading back in my blog to the visits we had, yet you left anyhow......
One must still wonder why some people make such an impact on anothers life.
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updating the outside world
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Publié :22/8/2011 16h38
Dernière mise à jour :31/10/2011 16h56 8982 vues
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Still off doing amazing things, finding true love and the most amazing One out there, my perfect companion, even when he is a PITA!!!! 
Kisses baby, I adore you with all of my heart.
<<<timing him to see how long it takes him to find this. *sot*
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Happiness
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Publié :29/7/2010 17h05
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2011 16h41 9837 vues
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What can one say, I am happier than I have ever known!!! Life is amazing, and can you believe it, I MET someone from the site and we are blissful!! He IS my perfect match, although I never would have imagined dating myself in a males body, but damn I am hot then!!! Love you baby cakes, ty for always making me smile. OAOTL
LMAO The fun that we have together!
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~~~my strength~~~
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Publié :27/11/2009 11h54
Dernière mise à jour :7/7/2010 15h34 9805 vues
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Tough times can make me stronger and wiser. Knowing this doesn't really make tough times any easier, though, at least not while I am going through them. But it is worthwhile to remind myself often of this truth.
Of course, I get stronger not simply because I go through the tough times, but because I call upon the best of myself to find my way through them. I draw on my humor, patience, courage, and other qualities and learn the power of my inner resources.
I will survive the difficult periods in my life, and after each one, I will be stronger, and a more resilient person.
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Yet again...time for my life list
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Publié :16/11/2009 16h20
Dernière mise à jour :28/11/2009 5h33 10003 vues
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*takes a deep breath and types ferociously* Ok its that time again to revisit my list, things change and lives change and I feel right now, at this very moment in my life, is the time to move forward in my dreams, goals, aspirations.
Ok I posted my "List" a bit ago, but felt it was time to visualize my progress and see where my life needs to go in the upcoming year. So don't mind me while I babble on......
Tell someone the story of my life, sparing no details - def work in progress here
Learn to rollerblade. - done
Learn how to take a compliment - Ugggghhh
Buy a round-the-world air ticket and a rucksack, and run away.-done
Give my mother and grams a dozen red roses and tell her I love her.- done
Be a member of the audience in a TV show.
Put my name down to be a passenger on the first tourist shuttle to the moon.
Send a message in a bottle - Done, keep watch on the shores of the great Mississippi, the words will make much sense and help wipe the tears to a certain someone
Ride a camel into the desert- done
Learn not to say yes when I really mean no.
Fall deeply in love -- helplessly and unconditionally, letting Him know each time that I can, just how much He means to me.
Go to Walden Pond and read Thoreau while drifting in a canoe.
Be someone's mentor.
Teach someone illiterate to read.- working on it
Write down my personal mission statement, follow it, and revise it from time to time.
Spend New Year's in an exotic location - done a few times over again
Get passionate about a cause and spend time helping it, instead of just thinking about it.
Experience weightlessness.
Make a complete and utter fool of myself.
Forgive my parents.
Learn to juggle with three balls.
Overcome my fear of failure.
Accept myself for who I am - done!!! Watch out world here I come!
Lose more money than I can afford at roulette in Vegas.
Make love on the kitchen floor.
Make myself spend a half-day at a concentration camp and swear never to forget.
Make a hole-in-one.
Look into a child's eyes, see myself, and smile - done
Reflect on my greatest weakness, and realize how it is my greatest strength w- working on this with the help of a certain someone.
See the morning sun from the Eifel tower.- done
Run amuck in the nude without a worry of who will see.
Watch “The Bucket List” without crying through the entire movie - never gonna happen, about as much chance of completing this one as I do when watching " My Sisters Keeper"
Give a person a second chance.
Pay off my grams mortgage. - working on it
Go on an African safari to see the animals in their homeland - done
Find my soulmate-my true companion in life who knows my every thought through my smile, who knows my thoughts, my words, my meaning in life. Knows the value of the simplest words and the value that of such words within the bond - smiles! Ty for my best friend!
Crush grapes at harvest and create my own wine
pursue my passion and turn it into a career
Live my life with true meaning
Meet some readers from my blog in person
Explore a castle
Give someone a total and pleasant surprise
Sleep in a hammock
Get a pebble to bounce on the surface of water 4 times
Visit Prince Edward Island (I love Anne of Green Gables)
Understand 10 languages and speak 5 fluently
Make peace between 2 enemies
Sneak a peek at the future and try to manipulate it
Witness a miracle
Climb Kilimanjaro and see the great migration
See the penguins in Antarctica
Keep my word and take it to my grave
Amaze someone
Let someone beyond my guard and allow them to see the person that I have grown to be
Bring kindness and make an impression
Take a chance and walk on the wild side
Do something unimaginable
Take a flying lesson and fly a plane
Grow old and enjoy the comforts of the porch swing while sipping lemonade
Give all of myself for the happiness of another
Know that my quirks are noticed and embraced
I seem to add more and more each day, so tell me, if you have one aspiration in life, what would it be?
I don't think I could narrow a lifetime down to one aspiration.
Oh Trinny, you are missed! There are times when I wonder should I come and visit, watch the world go by and come back as something else, but we know my purpose here and in time, when someone greater decides, we will be singing again!
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Uggggghhhhhh What a day! Here's to you my girl! You will never be forgotten and ty for our journey
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Publié :8/11/2009 11h09
Dernière mise à jour :10/11/2009 16h03 9929 vues
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Today has been a hurdle, to say the least. So much to ingrain my poor mind around.
Friendships, deception, longevity, my battles, my ponderings, the loss of a very dear friend, a tough day indeed.
I guess one must have faith, and know that yes, indeed everything happens for a reason. The world is full of learning experiences, the good, the bad the ugly. Rest in peace T, we were about this battle together, and I know you are on my shoulder kicking my tush in gear, telling me to step it up girl! It's as if I could feel you there all along.
In her battle, she faced it without fear, without hesitation and all along, in the deepest moments of fear, she kept her faith. If only I could remain as strong. Here's to you girl, you never broke your promise to me til the very end, and know my promise is my word. I'm taking it with me til my last breath!!!!
*wipes a subtle tear and leaves it behind in my words* Just need to figure out a way to break away to sing for my sweet angel. Twas my promise to you girl........
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Todays pondering....deception!
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Publié :8/11/2009 9h35
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 23h9 9824 vues
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Deceit is the deliberate distortion or denial of the truth with an intent to trick or fool another. Why do we, lie to each other?
Our relationships are seldom what they seem. We all want a relationship that is built on openness, intimacy, and trust, but the truth is, our relationships do not always work that way. More often than not, our intimate relationships involve secrecy and deceit. In fact, if you want to look for deception and betrayal in your own life, the best place to start is close to home. We often lie about our true feelings for each other, the feelings we have for others, and our level of commitment. Indeed, it is safe to say that people save their biggest and most serious lies for those that we are suppose to love.
For better or worse, our relationships are full of paradoxes which we try to overlook, downplay and ignore. For the most part, this strategy works well. Until the day comes when it doesn’t, and with little warning or preparation we have to confront face-on the reality that our close relationships are not exactly what they appear to be.
Almost everyone will catch a partner in one of their lies. Inevitably, we have a difficult time coping with what we have learned and dealing with the fact that someone close has betrayed our trust. We do not expect our partners to mislead us, nor do we have insight into how and why deception occurs.
In fairness, it should also be mentioned that it is just as likely that a partner may catch you in one of your own attempts to deceive. And ironically, we are just as unprepared to deal with this kind of situation.
Ignoring the paradoxes inherent in our relationships turns out to be a costly strategy and most people pay the price for this decision, unexpectedly, and all at once. It’s not so much that coming to terms with the use of deception in romantic relationships will solve all of the problems you are going to encounter, but it will certainty help to reduce the stress, anxiety, and uncertainty that occur when deception eventually comes to light.
When it comes trust, honor and respect, most of the things we believe, turn out not to be true. Most people believe that all of their relational problems can be solved through “communication.” We also believe that deception is difficult to achieve, that misleading a partner requires a lot of effort and thought, and that partners can tell when a another is lying, and so on. Rather, sometimes our relationships are held together by a delicate balance of both candor and deceit. And both are critical to making our intimate relationships work.
Relationships entail two important features which allow deception to flourish: abundant opportunity, as well as the need to deceive. As we get close to another person, we intentionally and unintentionally provide them with a great deal of information about who we are, revealing ourselves through both our words and deeds. Creating this kind of intimacy or shared knowledge is critical, as it serves as the foundation for a lot of important rewards. Through our close relationships, we create gains with respect to our health, wealth, and emotional well-being.
Because relationships provide so many important rewards, it should come as no surprise that people are inclined to view their partners in a positive light. We place a lot of trust and respect in our partners. We think we know them well. But while our trust surely provides us with a sense of security and comfort, it also lays the ground for deceit. For as we trust our partners more, we also become more confident but less accurate at determining when the truth is being told.
Detecting deception with anyone is difficult to do, but we manage to take this general failure to a spectacular low. As we become more confident that we can tell when a partner is lying, the exact opposite turns out to be true. This “truth-bias” or “blind faith” provides the perfect opportunity for partners to engage in deception. Think about it, who makes a better victim than someone who is eager and willing to trust everything you have to say?
Not only do close relationships create a wonderful opportunity for deception to occur, they also create the need. While relationships offer many rewards, they also tend to be overly constrictive. Most everyone has felt the constraints of a close relationship from time to time; quite simply you are no longer free to do what you want, when you want, and with whom you want. So intimacy provides tremendous rewards, but at an enormous cost ‒ the loss of your freedom and autonomy.
Lying to a partner helps us deal with the constraints that our intimate relationships impose. Deceiving a partner turns out to be the most efficient and effective way of maintaining the rewards we get from our relationships while pursuing extra-relational goals and activities behind a partner’s back.
How do we decide when to lie and when to tell the truth? Most of the time we do not intentionally think about misleading our partners. Such decisions are lead by our emotions and just seem to happen when the right situation presents itself. Often a sense of excitement, opportunity, and exhilaration can lead us down paths we had no intention of traveling. A sense of fear, loss, and trepidation, prompt us to cover-up what we’ve done and be more conservative in the short-term.
Luckily our emotions are very good at reading situations and keeping our deceptive behavior within limits. Our emotions prompt us to regain some of our freedoms while also allowing us to maintain the benefits we get from our intimate relationships.
When you take a step back and put it altogether, the picture that emerges tends to be rather ironic. Because our relationships are so rewarding yet constrictive, we are simultaneously more truthful and more deceptive with those we love. Additionally, we place the most trust in the person who is most likely to deceive us, just as we are most likely to deceive the person who loves and trusts us the most.
These are just a few of the paradoxes that emerge when taking a close look at the use of deception in our relationships. Most of what is uncovered runs counter to our most cherished beliefs about love and romance; that is, the idea that complete openness and intimacy are a central and defining feature of being in love.
Hopefully, you will take on a greater appreciation for the complexities of your relationships as well as a richer understanding of what it means to be in love. Regardless of the final outcome, taking a close look at deception in your life will change the way you view yourself and others.
I have chosen not to lead with my heart anymore, I look deep within a potential partner for trust, openness, honesty, they earn my respect when they respect me, for who I am and what I bring to them.
To some of you, this will all make sense, to others (shammy) make sure your smiling. I miss you sweet one, and all of the great times that were had my dear friend.
Please, if this doesn't make sense to you, try not to analyze other than to take the words for face value. *smiles*
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Purity Test,....How pure are you?
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Publié :7/11/2009 11h08
Dernière mise à jour :10/11/2009 16h04 10254 vues
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I found this posted elsewhere and thought it would be fun to play it here! Play along and post your score.
start with 50 points - answer the questions below and work out your score
Ready? Here we go...
-Add 10 if you are a virgin.
-Subtract 5 if You have had sex before.
-Subtract 5 more if you have had sex with more then 5 people.
-Add 5 If you have never had oral sex.
-Subtract 5 if you have had or performed oral sex.
-Subtract 2 if you have had sex in a public place.
-Subtract 3 if you have done 69.
-Add 5 If you have never had an orgasm.
-Add 5 If you cant name 3 types/brands of condoms.
-Subtract 2 if you have masturbated.
-Subtract 3 if you have fingered/ given a handjob to someone else.
-Subtract 5 if you have used someone for sex [one night stand].
-Add 5 if You have never seen someone of the opposite sex naked.
-Add 3 if you haven't been kissed in the past month.
-Add 2 if you have never masturbated.
-Add 5 if you have never seen or watched porn.
-Subtract 5 if you have made your own porn.
-Subtract 3 if you have participated in anal sex.
-Subtract 2 if you have used lube during sex.
-Add 5 If you cant remember your last perverted thought.
-Subtract 5 if you have used sex toys.
-Subtract 3 if you have had a perverted thought in the past hour.
-Subtract 2 if you have kissed someone of the same sex.
* Above75 means you kinda suck in bed.
* Above 50 means you are not so good in bed..and not so fun
* Below 50 means you are fun in bed
* Below 25 means you are damn great in bed!
OMG! How in the world can some truly get a "0"? Hey now, I have retook it three times and some number...i think this is riggged!
*shakes head in disbelief* and here all along I was portraying the era of angelic forms around candy, I am guessing that doesn't seem to be the truth now!
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Welcome Home
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Publié :3/11/2009 23h14
Dernière mise à jour :6/11/2009 9h22 10192 vues
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Everything is ready. I make one last circuit around the house, to double check. But everything is in position, and it's almost time. My heart is racing in anticipation as I walk back to the front door. I have to work to keep my breathing quiet, I don't want to give myself away and ruin the surprise now.
The lock clicks, and I get into position next to the door, where you won't see me when you come in. And I, thankfully, don't have to wait very long. The door opens and you step in, closing it quickly behind you. As I had hoped, you hadn't seen me. I seize the opportunity, and act, stepping up behind you and wrapping my arms around your beautiful hips.
You act just the way I had hoped for; surprised, confused. I giggle softly as I press my lips behind your right ear, kissing you softly. "Just relax," I purr into your ear softly. "Relax...” As you do as I asked, finally realizing that it is me, I kiss you again, this time a bit lower, on the side of your neck. My bare skin presses up against your clothing, my breasts on your back. You're wearing your cream blouse, the rough cloth softly scratching my skin. It's not my favorite piece of clothing that you own, but it soon won't matter.
My hands gently un-tuck your blouse, and my fingers get to work on the buttons. As I free your wonderful body, one button at a time, I slowly lower my mouth again. My warm, wet tongue caresses your neck, my teeth gently nibbling on the soft, delicious skin. Finally, I free you of the last button, and, with a quick wiggle, slide you out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor at our feet.
I let my hands roam your breasts, softly caressing the wonderful, milk-white mounds. A soft moan escapes your beautiful lips, and I smile, pleased. Still caressing your body I unclasp the bra, and let it fall. Now nothing separates my breasts from your beautiful back. But I stop caressing you, as much as I want to continue, and let my hands wonder down you smooth stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.
Your soft gasp of excitement pleases me greatly, and I let my hands begin their work of stripping the offending clothing from your body. I feel you shift your weight a bit, and I hear two soft thuds as you kick off your shoes. A few moments later I let out my own soft sight, having finally worked your pants open. Hooking the edges of your panties at the same time as the pants, I slowly work them both down your body.
Finally, your beautiful, wonderful body is revealed to me, though I don't stop to admire you. The first thought in my mind, the only thought, is to please you. Still behind you, I move my hands again, drawing my left hand up to softly cup your left breast and letting my right hand gently cup your hot, wet sex. Holding you to me tightly by these two points I guide you over to the nearby wall, pressing you into it lightly.
As I hold you against the wall I slip two fingers into the tight, warm embrace of your now-soaking sex. Your moan of pleasure rolls through me, and I can't help but moan in response. My two fingers begin to slide in and out of you, slowly at first but speeding up to a faster pace over several minutes. My mouth delightfully ravishes your neck while my left hand tweaks and massages the soft, delightful orbs of your breasts.
You moan again, even louder, and I start to drive my fingers a bit deeper with each thrust. Your body is quivering from my actions, and I bring my mouth back up to behind your ear, nibbling softly on the tender flesh. I know that you're close to your orgasm I can feel it. Murmuring loving non-sense into your ear I push you over the edge. Your scream of pleasure as the orgasm rips through you is music to my soul.
Once you finally start to relax I press you into the wall a bit harder, withdrawing my hand, now glistening with your honey, from your temporarily satisfied sex. I bring my soaked hand up to my lips, lovingly licking it clean. Once my hand is devoid of all traces of your delicious honey, and damp with my own saliva, I slowly move it back around front until both of my hands are cupping your soft, beautiful breasts. My hands softly caress your flesh, pressed between your breasts and the wall.
"Welcome home, hun," I purr into your ear softly. And then I press myself into the back of your body, and tilt my head over your shoulder, pressing my lips softly, lovingly into your own.
To be continued.........
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Candy Treats
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Publié :30/10/2009 6h30
Dernière mise à jour :4/11/2009 6h22 10132 vues
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Howdy all *waves* Its been a week at least since I last logged in or posted, and what a week it was!
I will keep things short, doing ok, finding my way, and focusing my mind on the task at hand.....and I seem to be doing much better at all now.
Enjoy your Halloween and see everyone soon!!
*leaves a few candy treats at the door for the visitors*
I miss you all!
Kisses,
candy
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Ughhhhh
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Publié :22/10/2009 20h28
Dernière mise à jour :30/10/2009 6h28 9965 vues
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Ok, I am ok....hey isn't that great news???? LMAO
Sorry just a short post, more to follow later on
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Lets Go!!!
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Publié :14/10/2009 12h18
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2009 8h21 10090 vues
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OK, off onto my newest adventures! Wish me luck as I am sooooooooooooooooooo going to need it to keep myself out of trouble and on the straight and narrow!
Love you all , some more than others, but none the less, love ya still!!!
Tooodles!
Gracie signing off!
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"Caged"
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Publié :6/10/2009 12h37
Dernière mise à jour :30/10/2009 6h32 10687 vues
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The worlds of my fantasies are just that: Fantasy. Maybe there aren’t any talking animals or honest politicians, but people can turn into mermaids, live forever without aging, or even change shape. The laws of physics may be equally both applied and ignored, even within the same sentence. Fantasy life is not troubled with inconveniences like sexually transmitted diseases, having to go to work, or, in some cases, having to breathe. Maybe my fantasies are something I wish to happen to me, or I just like the idea of them happening to someone else. Just keep in mind that I’m not very good with dialogue, so I’ll usually just convey the basic ideas of what the conversation is about.
Many of my fantasies are inspired by the tragic realities of human history, especially the mistreatment of women, so there are often themes of retribution and comeuppance.
Thus, this is where this story begins: A man and a woman had been dating for a long time until he strays. He cheats on her with another woman. It just so happens that she, unbeknownst to him, had been learning how to change the sizes of people and things. This is also a common theme in just about all of my fantasies. The technique for shape-shifting can take many forms. Maybe by means of a space-age shrink ray, maybe a potion or magic spell. In this case, it happens as a result of her will power. She focuses her intention on making herself, or someone else, grow or shrink, and then they do so by as much as she desires. She’s still getting the hang of this ability, though. Mistakes may still occur.
So when she finds out that he has been cheating on her, she’s hurt. She’s angry. He’s unsympathetic about it, largely since there is nothing “official” between them. Many unhappy words are exchanged. He even threatens her with physical violence. In the instant when she realizes that their relationship is irreparable, it suddenly occurs to her that she doesn’t need to feel helpless. Nothing would make her feel better right now than to make him feel helpless with a good dose of humiliation.
She focuses her willpower on him and he begins to shrink! He gets smaller and smaller as his clothes get looser and dangle from him until his clothes drop into a heap on the floor of her apartment. His clothes toss and shuffle as he tries to find his way out. She then bends down and pulls him out of the pile. In her anger, she tortures him for a moment, enjoying his screams. But then she decides that there is more fun to be had. He cheated on her? Fine, then she’s going to cheat on him! Only this time, she wants him to be there for the event.
She needs to get ready, but first she needs to put him someplace safe and secure. She goes to the hallway closet and opens the door. Looking around, she finds a birdcage. Months ago, she had asked her boyfriend to care for her parakeet for a week while she was away. Her bird had died before she returned. He claimed it wasn’t his fault but would buy her another one. He never did. The cage, then, is most appropriate.
She pulls the cage out, examines it to make sure there is no way for him to escape, and then opens the latch. She places him inside and closes the cage securely.
She observes aloud that it’s the first night of the weekend. She doesn’t have a boyfriend anymore, so she ought to go out and find a new one. First, she needs to shower and get dressed. She carries the cage into the bathroom and closes the door. She puts on a very nice show for her new little pet, undressing seductively. She examines herself in the bathroom mirror, turning around to give him and herself a good view. Squeezing her own ass, she asks him if he thinks her butt looks big.
She decides that she could use a little more working out, but tomorrow for that.
She turns on the water in the shower and picks up the cage. She sets it down in the back of the tub, steps in, and closes the curtain.
Her little man has no choice but watch from near her feet as she shampoos her hair and lathers up her body. The nozzle is removable from the holder above her head, with a long hose to allow moving it around by hand. She playfully splashes water on him through the bars, trying the different spray settings. The cage then serves as a nice seat for her as she shaves her legs and trims her bush. Her ex-boyfriend can’t help but look up where the bars of his cage press into her soft skin. Her most intimate features loom above his head. She finally rinses herself.
She turns off the shower, towels off most of the water, opens the curtain, and steps out. She continues toweling herself off in front of him, then dries off his cage. She makes a special show of wiping her ass and pussy dry with a hand towel, then opens the cage. She spreads the towel on the floor of the cold hard metal cage to serve as his bedding. Isn’t she sweet?
She picks up his cage and swings it recklessly as she walks to the bedroom. She asks him to help her pick out an outfit. She dresses, then sits down in front of her make-up table and mirror to put on cosmetics and fix her hair. As she applies make-up, they discuss the possibilities for his future, how it would be a shame if he escaped and never found a way to return to his normal size. She talks about how sad and upset it would make her if he did anything wrong. She reminds him that his cage already has a history of occupants meeting an untimely end, but she hopes that doesn’t happen anymore.
She admits to herself that she looks absolutely stunning in her skirt and high heels as she puts his cage back in the closet. She removes the empty water bottle from the side and takes it to the kitchen. She steps over his pile of clothes. After she fills the bottle and puts the spout back on, she says loudly from the kitchen that she hopes he has some money in his wallet she could use. She returns with the bottle and some dry cereal with his clothes tucked under one of her arms. She stuffs his clothes in a dark back corner of the closet. She looks at him one more time, admires his naked little form. She tells him how adorable he looks. Smiling seductively, she hikes up her skirt and reaches her hand into her panties. She leans forward allowing him a view of her cleavage as she plays with herself, moaning. She then extends her moistened finger, offering him one last taste before she goes to share herself with another man. He declines. She acts hurt for a moment, then pulls down her panties and steps out of them. She folds and tucks her panties into a tight little bun, with the soft damp crotch area facing outwards, and gives it to him as a pillow.
She counts out his cash, asks him to wish her good luck, closes the closet door, and leaves him alone with his thoughts in dark silence. He kicks away the “pillow” and paces angrily.
It seems like hours pass before he hears her come back in through the front door. He hears a man’s voice, too. He wants to yell for help. He wants to shake the bars of the cage. He wonders what that would accomplish, then decides to be quiet and listen. The man she brought back sounds like a jock, and not too educated. Hearing their laughing makes his face flush with anger. Their conversation gradually gets quieter. He has to strain his ears to hear them. Her light footsteps finally lead the guy’s heavy feet down the hallway past the closet, followed by the sound of her bedroom door closing. His heart races as the moments tick by. They are very quiet back there. He hears soft music coming from her stereo in the bedroom.
She smiles as she stands before her new man. It didn’t take long for him to undress her. She helps him out of his pants, leaving on his boxer shorts. They recline on the bed, kissing, caressing. . . She is delighting in the excitement of a new lover. The foreplay lasts longer than she has had in quite a while. When she is ready, she helps him out of his underwear. Her date maneuvers her onto her back, rolling himself between her knees, and gently presses the head of his erection into her moistness. And then she stops him.
She asks to excuse herself for just a moment and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The bathroom has a 2nd door; one to the bedroom and one to the hallway. She looks in the mirror and adjusts her hair. Her lipstick is smeared. She is about to fix her make-up, but changes her mind. She wants her ex-boyfriend to see it, too. She opens the medicine cabinet, gets out some lubricating jelly, and turns on the water in the sink. The noise of the water masks the sound of her opening the other door and she steps out into the hallway. She quietly opens the closet and pulls her new pet out of his cage. She returns to the bathroom and lubes him from head to toe.
A few weeks ago, he had asked her if she wanted to try anal sex. She said no, thinking that she wouldn’t like it at all. Later, during love making, he had even tried to push his erection into her ass. She pulled away quickly, reminding him that she had said, “No.” He acted like it was an accident, but she knew that he was lying. Now, she has changed her mind.
She stands him on the lid of the toilet and crouches over him as she holds his legs in place. He gulps nervously as she rubs her pussy lips over his head. Then she moves her hips forward, leaning back a little, and bites her lower lip. She feels his head press in at the right spot. He struggles in her grasp as he panics. Taking a deep breath, she relaxes her legs and allows her weight down upon him. She winces, it hurts for a moment as his broad shoulders force her opening apart. She has never felt something solid going into her ass, before. Once his shoulders are in, he then slides in the rest of the way with ease. She sits on the lid, her heart pounding excitedly. She can feel him squirming! She stands up, clenching her ass to keep him inside, but she feels him slipping back out the moment she relaxes. She holds her fingertips on the bottoms of his feet, thinking. . . She doesn’t want him inside completely, but she doesn’t think she can keep her body from naturally pushing him out.
She focuses her willpower once again on the little man inside of her.
In the darkness of her ass, he struggles for something firm to push against. He tries to squirm out, but he is surrounded by her soft inner walls. He pushes with his arms, but everything gives away. Everything, that is, except her big fingertips under his feet. Her orifice around his ankles tightens. He feels like his head is going up, further in, though his feet are stationary. He realizes that he’s growing again! His surroundings close in tightly around him. He soon has no choice but to pull himself into a fetal position.
She breathes heavily as she concentrates; her eyes closed as she feels him filling her up more. She opens her eyes and cautiously moves her hand away. She relaxes, and then tries pushing a little.
Her little man groans inside of her, with his head tucked between his knees, as she contracts around him. Instead of sliding out, he feels compressed into a tight little ball.
She pushes a little harder to make certain that he’s now too big to accidentally slip out. She smiles and tries tickling his feet with her fingertips.
He’s startled by the scraping of her fingernails against the bottoms of his feet! The ticklishness makes him squirm uncontrollably! He tries to pull his feet in, but there’s no room for him to move!
She smiles with satisfaction that he’s not going anyplace and stands up straight. She wiggles her hips side-to-side, shaking him playfully. She turns around to look over each shoulder at her backside. She’s actually pleased that her cheeks are big and deep enough to keep his feet hidden. She turns off the water and returns to the bedroom. She apologizes to her date for keeping him waiting and she turns off the lights.
In his tight confinement, he feels his world bounce and sway around him with her every step. Moments of dizziness come without warning as she turns around. He soon loses sense of which way is up or down as she lays on her back and rolls over at random moments. He hears every word she says, like sound traveling underwater. Sometimes he can’t make out the words, the pronunciation, but her voice surrounds him through her soft inner walls.
She lies on her back and guides her date to her. She pulls his waist to her with one arm while her other hand helps guide his erection. Her eyes bulge with the sudden sensation! Having her little man back there holding her open with his ankles has the unexpected side-effect of making her pussy much tighter.
His confinement suddenly becomes tighter as something firm pushes from the other side of her soft inner walls. He realizes that another man’s erection is pushing in, just a few soft tender layers away! The solid imposition pushes through her against him. He gets angry. He wants out and he want out now! Outside of her ass, the man’s hairy scrotum bounces off the bottoms of his feet. The course hair tickles. His feet twitch and he tries to pull them inside to no avail. He’d rather be out, but anything to avoid the ticklishness.
She wraps her legs around the guy’s hips and pulls him in deeper. She can’t believe how wet she is for him. She worries for a moment that his cock might be sensitive enough for him to be able to feel something squirming inside of her back there, but then she doesn’t care, giving way to her moment of lust.
He flinches with each thrust. That giant erection pushes in again and again from above. He tries to squirm away. He tries to avoid the pounding. He tries to turn himself at another angle to make it less uncomfortable. Despite his anger, her moans surround him, exciting him with the sound of her desire. He can’t believe he has an erection, too!
She rolls to her side, guiding her new man onto his back. She straddles him, lowering her breasts to his eager mouth as she rides his erection. She remains constantly aware of her date’s hands, making sure that they don’t explore too close to her ass. She intercepts his hands a couple times, else risk him finding her little passenger.
Her ex-boyfriend’s situation suddenly worsens a little as he his weight is now pulled downward towards the pounding erection. At least his feet aren’t being tickled anymore. He feels himself thrust upward again and again, each brief moment of relief ended abruptly as she drops back down, the firm obstruction rushing up to knock him around. Just as he begins to give up hope that it will end soon, she comes to a rest. The firm cock seems parked beside him for a moment on the other side of her inner walls. . . when it suddenly trembles. . . then pulses sporadically, squirting cum into her pussy on the other side. He makes a face of disgust as she giggles all around him.
He finally has a little more room as they lay side-by-side. His legs have cramped up, but he can’t move for any relief. Muscles in his back begin to ache. It seems like their pillow talk lasts forever, until her date falls asleep. He feels an upward heave as she gets up from the bed. He bounces from her light steps as she returns to the bathroom.
She contracts around him and squeezes a little. The pressure builds around him to the point of being intolerable. He worries that he might actually get crushed! He then finds himself shrinking again. She easily pushes him out onto a wad of toilet paper she made on the floor. He blinks in the sudden bright light as she lifts him up in the paper. He groans from stiffness and then gurgles in the water as she washes him off in the sink. She lathers him up with hand soap. She says something about how wonderful it was, how she is glad he was a part of it. She expresses her new reluctance to return him to his normal size. He only catches part what she says as the water gets splashed over his ears.
Then she steps into the tub again, this time cradling him in her hand. She tells him that her date came too soon, that she never reached orgasm and is still very, very horny, indeed. She turns on the water, picks up the hand-held shower nozzle, and lays down on the bottom of the tub. She rubs her little man’s head over her pussy, then pushes him in, engulfing him up to his knees. He feels himself change a little as she adjusts his size. Gripping his lower legs tightly in one hand, she pushes him in and out repeatedly. He smells something odd. Before he realizes what it is, he opens his mouth and gets a taste of the other man’s semen. He reacts terribly to this, knowing that her nectar mixed with that man’s cum is sloshing all over his body. The slippery goo clings to the whole surface of his skin. He can’t seem to wipe it off fast enough.
She smiles blissfully as she feels him squirming excitedly inside of her. She continues sliding him in and out, feeling him twist and wiggle. She concentrates on the pleasure and how he feels inside of her. She doesn’t rush to orgasm, but lets it build and ebb gradually. After she climaxes a couple times, she lets go of his legs and tucks him in up to his ankles. She adjusts the shower to a strong steady stream of water. She aims the jet of water on her clit, moving it around slowly. The water also tickles the bottoms of her little man’s feet. He squirms. She moans at the combination of sensations.
He pulls and tugs his legs instinctively as the intense ticklish sensation courses up and down his body. His muscles tire. He gives up, but his reactions are automatic reflexes. Long after he goes numb with exhaustion, the jet of water still makes him squirm and twitch involuntarily. Again and again he feels her pussy tremble all around his body with orgasms. . .
He awakens in the morning, aching and sore. He sees he is back in the cage, but not in the closet. The cage now sits on the bedside table in her room. She lays in bed with her head a short distance away, turned to one side, sound asleep. He hears something behind him. He turns and sees that her date is there in the cage with him, now the same size as he, snoring loudly. He sits up and yanks the “pillow” out from under the other guy’s head. He sniffs it, turns it over, sticks it under his own head, and goes back to sleep.
And here is where my fantasy ends, for now. I have many possible alternate endings to this. I like them all. Share with me your thoughts and feelings from this story. Perhaps I will continue with more..........
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