I sent Spitfire to bed with a smile today. A small parcel with tea, more origami stars I make, some pens, and the most important thing - a Tardis slouchy hat - had arrived today. She held off opening it till she could get me on skype right before I had to go do the … Continue reading The Hat
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Ponderings 2
Where do I start this time? I found some tweets thanks to a new twitter account I have. He got into my head again and made me cry, because of what he said in them. He had moaned just after New Years and just before Valentine's day that he was alone again and it's been … Continue reading Ponderings 2
Caged 2
(Please note: I may or may not be quoting Spitfire verbatum. It's my understanding of what she said to me that is in this post.) Blue arms pull me away from the sissy's lap I'm sitting on. I cry out in frustration and surprise, especially at her strength. She is a gynoid after all - … Continue reading Caged 2
Caged
I lie on my back on the floor, my legs between the sissy's legs, as my toes play with her cage. Every tap I do with my toes, she moans. Every movement I do, every stroke. Everything. She moans and whines. "Puh--please, Miss, let me cum." "Who does this little sissy caged clitty belong to?" … Continue reading Caged
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This past 10 days or so have been hard on both Spitfire and I. A little too hard for both of us. My kids, typical for school aged zombies, had decided to show their love for me, by sharing everything they got at school, especially their germs. I was going down, and was hoping I'd … Continue reading 8391
10 days….
For the next week, Spitfire is going to be without her Owner while Unity takes a well deserved vacation from everything. It's going to be hard on both of us. It's going to be really hard on her. See... she has deadlines. I don't. She has to work. I have to mom. I help my … Continue reading 10 days….
My mind’s eye – The Text Files
This was written over three years ago. I wrote it to explain to my then top, and still friend, why I wasn't online. I was doubled over in pain, and curled up in my bed when this started. I have irritable bowel syndrome on top of everything else. Yes, I've tried everything to try to … Continue reading My mind’s eye – The Text Files
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