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Posted:Jan 6, 2017 5:37 pm
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Well it's better than NetFlix ... Don't miss out!!! The season could be over at any moment 
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The Disappearing Description
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Posted:May 15, 2016 8:08 pm
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The Enlightened InsanityofAnother Fuk bitch
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Posted:May 28, 2018 2:21 pm
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Your Daddy did tell you that Old Twinkies never go bad. Right?
Life is like jacking off while you;re falling out of a skyscraper - You just wanna finish first!
Daaadyyy!!! Spank that Bitches Pussy!!! --- Wait a second... I;ll Do It!!!
The Rumors of My Demise have been greatly exaggerated. Butt then again, we will see what the night brings
If I oogle you when you walk in front of my house - Don;t Google me - Just oogle me back and cum in for a spot of T
Anyone got a Sabian? - I'll give you the rights to the video...
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And then?!?!? The Afternoon Came.
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Posted:May 23, 2017 9:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 4:0 pm
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The meeting!
A few winks and I wake up just before the alarm goes off in the middle of the afternoon. “My gawd it's the butt crack of dawn... WTF? Oh ya... It's the middle of the afternoon. You have a meeting to go to, you Lazy Fuk Slut and no! It's not that kind of meeting.
Butt, as always... “What is that back there??? Squidgie!!! Shhhh... Oh... All right! Yup, all her gear is right here... Ash up – Cam on – BBDD in hand – Panties down just enough – A bit of lube... “Just the tip daddy... Just the tip for a little bit - I wanna pretend it's Mr L.!” “Thank you daddy!!! OK, Daddy get dressed and get to your meeting Don' wanna be late!
Ahhhaaaakkk!!!! WTF am I gonna wear? I just don't want to put the Nebraska Boy costume on again! not even the good one. Those jeans just don't do Ashera justice!
It's been so long since I've bought clothes. Cuz, I just didn't care. Sure a decent outfit for a guy here and there but mostly jeans and tee-shirts, new socks and underwear every now and then. So boring that it just didn't matter. Oh... yah, the same old ratty thong. Been through A few of those but I usually only kept a couple around at any given time. To satisfy my 'feeling Sexie' needs, and they were always boy thongs. I was always afraid of the tuck and never could get the girl panties to hold on to anything. Well, there were the Speedo's. I can rock a pair of Speedo's Back when I had a pool I
at the wife's condo community, there were even rules in regard to that. Don't roll them up too far and certainly, no Cross Dressing!!! Even in our bedroom with her all tied up on the floor. There's a picture of that around here somewhere! And there are pictures of the most awesome tan that I ever had, too.
What is a boi to do? Oh... you know what to do – Yup – butt, we will tone it down a bit with this nice button up shirt. The Black Tiny Tank Tucked into the Black Super Stretch Jeans over the Hi Jacked panties over the little boi boxer briefs with an unplugged Tijuana tuck and roll. No!!! Squidgie, Buzzie's not cuming. It's a meeting!!! Tevas. Nails Super Shined and the Button up shirt taking the place of the hoodie, un-tucked – of course. Covering just enough to feel comfortable in an office.
Perfect – High there Ash, Looking good!!! Brows plucked, hair shellacked, braid long down the trimmed neck(add a little water for a more shine shine). Good to go.
It was a private Meeting. We'll just leave it at that. Everyone was super nice and they loved me. A total success. I wasn't even nervous about the outfit. No one batted an eye. Other than to have a second look.
Day's Done Man! “Daddy!!!” … “Squidgie!!!!”
Cheers,
And Oh Yah...
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It's Coffee, You Boob(ies)!!!
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Posted:May 23, 2017 8:58 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2017 11:38 am
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Up all night again with Squidgie whining away about this strange, emptiness She has been feeling inside. And me trying to pacify her with her favorite tools to no avail. “Jeez Squidgy, sorry that you're so Hungry, butt cum on!!! Now I'm hungry, and I need Coffee – Where's MY Coffee!.
Now. Though this is new to me. “This”? Cross Dressing if you please. It is not new to me. I'm a Boi Leave me alone for more than five minutes and it's into something I go and I have been getting into pantie drawers for a long, long time. Long time!
Taking it outside IS new to me. Where I grew up it was a no no! Even at home. So to think that I actually let people see me... On- line AND IRL! That's the new part. Titties? Almost not ready for that. Butt(and it's a Nice one) Here goes.
Due to my abhoration of labels and stereotypes. I am always trying to make them up for myself and stick them on my own forehead before anyone else gets the chance. In doing so I feel the need to define exactly what those labels are, and are not at the moment.
To get things started here. To be clear, no matter how much I would love to be, I am not a T-Gurl. I flat out missed my calling on that one. I LOVE My T-Gurls and I am not worthy of that 'Label' at this point. My Broke ass won't allow the Jenner style(Just add water) treatment. I don't Dress all the time or even half time. (But it looks like that is changing quickly) I have however been dressing sexie for as long as I can remember. Example: all those pantie drawers. Long time!!!
I got Ass and Legs. A hard thin frame, some hips... My chest is nicely shaped and with a bit of coaxing I can look like I have very, very small boobies, but I don't. I have always tended not to do boobies and I can't pull off face and hair. So I don't. Label... I am a boy in a Miniskirt. I'm not even Latin. I'm good with that, for now. We'll see how far I get. I want to cultivate my own style and right now it is Backside, Waist down - Gurl – Front side, Cock up - Boi. What that label looks like? You tell me? It's me. And I think I'm Hot! So what ever that label is, add narcissist. I'm good with that too. I will never use it to bring you down.
In the summers when I was first on my own in Boulder. It was sport shorts – cut offs – cycle shorts. Oh.... and my crop tops!!! If I had a tee shirt they got the scissors(I even had some real, manufactured boy crops) bootie socks or bare feet or Teva's and my cycling cleats were my Click Clacks! I had/have a portfolio of pics that I am hoping to recover from a old drive, but haven't got to it yet. (Don't know if it's savable) Of me in my standard outfit. When I look back on that even I say, Jeez boi??? Drowning in denial are ya??? Everywhere I went I showed as much skin as I could get away with. My excuse, at the time, was that I was a bicycle racer. I was... amateur, beginner... But I was.
After a really bad accident once, and a huge patch of missing skin on my lower leg. The itchiness of the scab cover pulling the hair during healing was intense. I not only figured out why cyclists shave, I HAD the excuse to do it. I've been shaving the pegs ever since. With little exception. When I don't - I feel terrible. It was during that time when I got my first 'Fucking Faggot'. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I even stopped dressing that way for a long time. It is that slap that I am working on, right now. The point of all this. I've even been called out at a couple of 'Jobs' for dressing too scantily.
It's the stockings and miniskirts and heals that are new. Going back to sexie boi ain't all that hard. especially now that I have accepted the fact that I am BI and I love sexie clothes, especially sexie Gurl clothes! Cross Dressing is not this thing that just, popped up. And all those bras in those pantie drawers? Well, they just don't look right if you don't stuff them up with something... anything... and the feel of it is just amazing to me.
When Squidgie gets to whining she just loves the added excitement of feeling the pressure of Batman getting all stiff and hard. One thing that will get that done pretty quickly is putting on some Boobies. When it comes to that I am still, by far, a rank amateur.
In go the socks! No time to change just throw them in the little tank and roll it up. It'll work for now. I have learned that the little pads in the sports bras are fucking great and I do that more often these days, but this was a Squidgie Crisis(As so often happens) She wanted batman and she wanted him now! “Is that better Squidgie?”. “Yes, daddy! Thank you Daddy!” Thank gawd, the little slut finally got fed. For a while anyway. Now, maybe, I can lay down and get a few winks.
And yes, Daddy loves the feel of boobies when he sleeps. So after another round with my face on the floor, hood up on the tie-die hoodie shirt (rolled and hair-tied – of course!) I through some comfy sweats on and it's nap time. Only a few winks though.
I never really slept. I finally got up and noticed that the coffee shop was opening here in a few minutes. Let's go change into the boy sports shorts... Flip-flip-flip, nice and tight with Buzzie firmly in place under the Purps. (See naming key somewhere in this Blog) It's up and out tha Green Door to my Coffee shop, for a Brew and some Breakfast Burritos, I go; Ya!!!
When I get to the shop, I park and think to myself I'm gonna have to wait for a sec. for the coffee and I hate those hard wood chairs and if I sit on the cushion benches, anyone else is going to get to share Buzzies good vibrations.(Just not ready for that yet) So I click him off and head in. As I stand up I feel the pleasant pressure of my little boobies, still there after the demands of Squidgie and My little nap! Oh... No.
Now your in it boi! Just deal with it. know one cares anyway. Well except maybe the irey Amazon with the constant frown and that's only because I look better than she does. Simply because I smile, sometimes.  (I don't think I have ever seen her smile at all.)
But then again I'm buff enough and the boobies are small enough that they could really be my own chest – No one knows.
So I stand and wait for my Coffee. Taking in the faces of the patrons as they concentrate on their friends and papers and computers. Smiling because I know. Trying not to play with the hoodie to be sure they are hidden. Wondering what it would be like if they were real and on display and if I were maybe a little prettier and doing face and hair (I currently don't do face and hair because I simply think that I can't pull it off and I am not ready to shave my go-tee. I can't... I have no chin.
At least I did my own hair. Boy style shellacked back, little braid down a pretty neatly trimmed rear hair line. – I call it my handle.
You can hold the handle if you like. Oh... Said, Ms. M, with a smile, as she pushed my face down on Mr. L.'s (Mister Large I called him in my head) gorgeously, huge Italian Cock and I gagged ever so pleasantly. They sure were a fun couple the hottest I have ever been with... I just wish I had remembered to stretch before I tried wrapping Squidgie around Mr. L.'s Cock! I think it hurt him too, and it was just the tip! Talk about an epic fail that tore me up, for a while! Squidgie was nearly in a coma for a month or two. Oweiii!!!! Always! always Stretch first!
What was I doing??? – Oh, yah... waiting for coffee. Wondering if all these busy, burly city workers would like a little Squidgy with their morning coffee. Here's mine... Just the coffee for me, thanx... Come on Gang this party is a bore. There's just no Bang in it. They just don't know.
Boi you get an A on the Pop (it in) Quiz of the day!
Back home and on my knees again. Hungry A-gain... Are ya Squidge? Out with buzzy and in with her fave... BBDD (Big Black Double Dong)
Damn! Squidgie... You WERE ready for that whole room, weren't you!!!
Plook-Plook-Plook-Spooge-Spooge!
Hey!!! Don't get no jizz upon that sofa!!!
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Training Day 2 Or An Expected Lesson
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Posted:May 21, 2017 6:38 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2017 2:09 pm
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Took Lil Ms. Squidgie along with BatMan, The Wonder Twins and Ashara out on the Pegs in the little Hot Shorts with a flip. Purple 'Y" and the Black and Whites holdin' a light tuck and yes, Buzzy was back there along for the ride and is gonna stay put this time! Y and B/W are making sure of that. His batteries were drained anyway. So all that and a little less lube... We're all good to go. Down to CVS (West-Side!!!) for a re-up on mineral oil, Vaseline and Immodium.
Ummm... Ummm... Ummm... Boi? What the Hell are you up to today? You crazy little Fuk Nut! Your point is?... "Point is, you are tired of being that frighted little boy in the Box from Nebraska. That was a different Universe. You don't have to do that anymore; The Wrangler Jeans that don't fit, the tee-shirt that was Kewl in the '80's(but not really), the blown out generic sneakers. Oh... and that hat! C(r)ap, rather. Yah, all that stuff has meaning to you and you think that it is Old Skule kewl, but there is also 'Nebraska Hick', written all over each and every one of those, so called, articles of clothing. Blazing for everyone else to see. Yes, that IS you, it is what you became, but it's not who you would have chosen to have been. So take That Ass, to the CVS and hold on to the Do-Rag, cuz everyone will figure it out pretty quickly. Zip-up hoodie drapin' off one shoulder... Tiny little black tank folded up mid-drift, (Yah, the hoodie covered it - I'm workin' on it...) Do-Rag ties draped like hair. They all know Silly, so GO!"
Out the door and on my way. I needed to walk anyway. "That crap you ate at the poison dispensary the other night seems to have gone straight to the places it don't look good. Or maybe that's your confidence slipping a little! You need to simply let yourself know that you can 'Handle It'." Sure! OK... Here we go! Besides, I look fucking great in these shorts! I do... It's just a fact. Yah, sure, there are people that look better. True they are not the standard attire for one of my persuasion, 'They' say. 'They' say, in Nebraska, "Get your head out of the cornfield". I say, just Get your Ass straight into the Pornfield.
It may not mean much to many, and it may be immoral to some... Disgusting to others, but I actually am, an 'Internationally known, amateur porn star(actor)'. "Uh-hem, Cam Slut!" So I say anyway. So I say, accept it. I like it like that. I already fucked off the chance to go pro when I was 25. When I realized (Or was fed the thought) that I Might, Just might, have to start in 'Gay Porn'!!! "God Forbid!" Yah, 'They' say that about porn too. "At least we know who 'They' is, now". What if I had got pigeon holed into nothing but butt". Yah, ya blew it as a cuz your head was in a place that had no intention of letting you be the person that you are. You would have loved gay porn, if it were not for the stigma given to you about it by society. So, walk bee..Atch!! One foot in front of the other! Keep those legs close! Pop that hip up! Now the other..." Always remember: Walk on the crack to break society's back. Foot placement is key to hip movement. "There ya go!"
Oh, yah, king street is pretty busy. It's too hot to put the hood up so I'll just deal with it. No one fucking cares anyway. Its the Cruz(West!Side!!!). What the fuck are they gonna say? "They're gonna say, 'I want that Ass!' That's what they're gonna say." Boys and Girls alike. "Your Good!" And I mount the King.
Hey! I wanna get something sweet to drink, it's hot out. Can't we go to the corner store first? - "Butt you're here Boi, Stick to it." Wahhhh.... "Oh Fine... Sure, circle back around and grab some Cranberry and Redbull... Pussy!"
As I step in past the dude parked in the beemer and the hick walkin' up from the pumps. (Fuk Me Pumps?... Yah, that will be one of the challenges - We'll get there...) Those guys... They just can't figure it out. They don't know why they are attracted to that hick in the Bootie Shorts? Well, we were all confused once or twice. And everyone here is again now. At least I like to look at myself.(Mirrors Rock!) Are you 'Happy' with that body you're wearing there Mr. beemer? How dark is it when you fuck Hick? And what kinda pussy are you afraid of Wifey? "Hi there Wifey." In the door. Check the beemer, Yup Still lookin'!
Damn Man! I forgot, all I got is a 'Note'. I ask Jose if he can bust it for me. He says yah without batting an eye. "Thanks Dude". Who IS this trashed, probably homeless, guy lurking right behind me? Why is he trying to Pop around the counter towards Jose? Ooppss! Hick walkin' up from the pumps just turned into Tweeker. Damn Man! I just told him that I's holdin' a 'Note'. He can't get to the smokes behind the counter so he looks at me and tries - Tries - to think it... "Lets roll this little fag"! "Not bloody likely, Tweeker!" As I lock eyes with him he starts to hear. "I've worked too hard and come way too far to let you get to him. He is not YOUR bitch!
Tweeker changes tack and asks me if I'll buy him a pack of smokes. I just say no. On a better day or if he hadn't given off that violent vibe, I would have worked it out with him, but this guy is trashed! He needs the kind of help I can't give him and a pack of smokes ain't it. I am workin' on me right now and I'm not getting into this. Tweeker whines, "Please???" and then says, "I got's some crystal!" Yah, Precisely why you don't have any smokes. I turn with the 'Note' in my hand, not trying to hide it at all, and lock eyes with Hick Turned tweeker, once again. I step up too him eyes fixed. (I think it may have had a lot to do with the floor or maybe, it was one of those Mystery spot spots - They're all over the place if you try to notice them) Now Tweeker becomes shocked and surprised as, all of the sudden the little fag, that he was 'not' thinking of rolling, is about three inches taller than him and talking like he just got off the bus from Nebraska with an accent that said, "Corn-fed. Not Corn holed". "I said, 'No!' And this gentleman over here." I gestured to Jose with the Hundred. "Seems to NOT want you hanging out around here." As Tweeker tried to get me to step back, and failed, he found his way around me. I was not letting go of his lost gaze, as he was now backing up towards the door. This fag in lock step with his every move to make sure he was headed in the right direction. OUT tha Door! Tweeker left the store very confused thinking, "What just happened?" I just got ran off, scared by this little fag I decided not to roll?
I went back to finish my trans-action. I had absolutely no idea what I was wearing anymore. I looked at Jose with a WTF and he said to me that Tweeker had been hanging out trying to steel just about anything and he had been working his way around the counter to get at the smokes. I said, "Yah, that's the vibe I got from him". Jose didn't say Thanks. I didn't expect him to. Nor did I expect a thanks. I also didn't mention that Tweeker would probably not be back. And then it leaked out of me... (No, not that!!! That is not even there anymore - This was just me and the world as it is now.) What leaked out were words. Words that I said. That I verbalized, "Sometimes I just don't have any tolerance". When I heard the words coming out my mouth, I wanted to cry. That is not me. I love my homeless Brothers and Sisters... I was one at a time or two. But I have guidelines that I push with all of them. 'Come across peaceful and communicate clearly'. This guy was doing neither. and it locked me down because he ripped me out of my own world right back in to the shyt I am trying to rise above.
This had nothing to do with what I was no longer wearing. Damn him and me both. Who am I anyway? I got my change off the 'Note' and I asked Jose how Much a pouch of rollies was. He said, $7.99". I said, "Gimme a pouch." He looked at me with the confusion that had set in all around. I said, "Yah, I'll buy them for the guy". I can do that. I left Jose with that confusion sitting firmly on top of the kind I gave Mr. beemer on the way in. That I had slammed onto Tweeker. It was just a little different.
Jose knows me from when I have come in before, as 'Nebraska boy'. He can see that I am still the person that I was then. But that I was trying to be different now. I think maybe he even saw me dressed as Nebraska boy now. Cuz he never batted an eye.
I went out and looked around the lot for Tweeker. Cars coming in to get fuel. Drivers looking at me, stopping to stay out of my way or maybe just gawk. Maybe they were thinking that I was the one in distress. Here is this total Hick, in these short, short Bootie Shorts and all that...
I couldn't find Tweeker. I looked Up and down and across Mission. Jose looked in the bathroom. Tweeker was gone. The Dude bounced as if he never existed in the first place. Both Jose and myself were set aback. Tweeker couldn't have gotten that far. I was a bit concerned that I might run into him around the corner and I kept an eye out for getting jacked. I even tucked my cash in my panties. But I never saw him again. I was also no longer wearing clothes that I was, at all, unsure or embarrassed of.
I restarted my walked to CVS; hips popping, smile on my face, music from the backyard BBQ tickling my ears - 'No Rain'. A perfect blue sky with only a short little jet trail in it. Aahhh. I can breathe again. The flowers and fresh mowed lawns all giving me faith in the world once more. I hop back up on the King.
The Family on bikes, Dad in the front trying so hard not to look. in a trailer. Mom behind with a big, huge smile for me that said, 'Oh... I know he wants to look...'. Mine saying, 'you should let him.'
When I got to CVS I looked for the challenge, but it was gone. I acted/was as sexy as I wanted to be. Looking people in the eyes was nothing. I got my Butt Fucking Gear and walked up to the counter to pay. A little concerned, but not trying to hide my loot or my bootie and no problems counting this time. A cute Hispanic guy on my Ass. I should have teased him. He wanted it, but I was still with Tweeker. I still had his smokes after all.
I remembered to walk right all the way home. Head up. No rush. Hips moving. Smile on my face. And then I hear it! "Fucking Fag!!!"
Now... I hear glimpses of sounds and voices and words all the time. When I can't make them out, I tend to make them up. Mood, confidence level, situation, all play a part in the conversations I think I over hear. And I play with them in my head accordingly. But this was real and accurate. A 20 or 30 something female an a car moving the opposite direction. I heard blue eyes and dirty blond hair. Maybe a bit on the out of shape side, but I did not see her. I Didn't even flinch. I Didn't look back. I certainly didn't stumble. I can not judge anything other then, she sure wasn't happy. Her words dripped with anger, resentment and disappointment with herself and her situation, what ever that situation may have been. The only reaction I had was that my smile went to my ears and to my eyes. Not in mockery of her but rather in a sense of accomplishment for me.
That! Was exactly what I expected. That was exactly what I got. I was ready for it. It didn't hurt. It didn't fill me with confusion. It didn't make me step back like in times before when I have heard those words ring out directed at me. I didn't even care. And I didn't have to use the excuse of 'But that's not true". I simply did not care. Say what you will, I am who I am.
Even on the West Side of the Cruz, some sorry little chick, in as bad of a spot as Tweeker(hell maybe it was Tweekers Girl lookin' to stick up for her man and eek out a little revenge) was out to drag someone else down to their level. I wasn't falling for it. I was sad for her and I hope she gets her pack of smokes, what ever that may be. So that one day, soon I hope, she realizes the weight of the words that leaked out her mouth and that she was wrong to say them. Just as I realized the weight of what I had said only a few minutes before. And that my thoughts behind them were wrong. Sometimes a pack of smokes does help.
Come on gang, Let's go home. Chin up - Look up - Stiff upper lip. Tight Ass and all. Handled!
Cheers
And Oh Yah...
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Dare to be True
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Posted:May 18, 2017 8:58 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2017 3:49 pm
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Push It - Push It,Push It Good...
The things that My degenerate Brain comes up with... Training??? Ripping the Box to little shreds??? Just being a Perverted Fucking Freak? What ever the Label you want to put on this one...
Not the first time but perhaps the most purposeful time."It's the clothes bitch!" Trying to come up with MY Style; Girly Boi? Former T-Gurl, Late Bloomer? Boy in a Mini Skirt? Whatever I just love to shop and I am forcing myself to be more comfortable in doing so. Who needs a Beard? the Go! T! works just fine.
Well, this time it was skin tight black super stretch jeans. My High Lifter Butt Panties on underneath. Cock Tucked, Nuts packed and My Favorite Friend Buzzy, plugged into my Pussie. Panties holding it in place. The new upgrade of a Super bullet vibrating away, driving me crazy.
Off to Ross I go! Dress for Less b!!! "The only good thing about your broke ass is that it looks fucking great in those jeans!", Says Lester the..... Uh... that's not a nice word Peter....  Besides you like it like that! Took ya long enough to figure it out.
I just really needed to get another mirror for my little project and - Fuck ME - I am still looking for that super cute top (As a TJ - Max commercial comes on You-Tube! RIGHT NOW!!! as I write this) -- Hey Big Brother! I get Hotter when I KNOW I am being watched) That I can never seem to find.
All's good. I stop for coffee and look at all the cute little Kittens, MILFs and Cougars, while they chit chat about the old Fag with the legs and ass that want to make them go get on the treadmill this afternoon.
I Watch the bleach blond twenty something Sissy, with Less hair then I - Mind you, (Do Rag... I FN Luv ya) Ignore me while he makes my Breve. The Metal stool I'm sitting on buzzing away for some odd reason. (What IS that noise?) I wait smiling at who ever I can make eye contact with watching Mr. Barista NOT check me out and trying not to grind the stool till it spooges on me.
Here's My Coffee and then a little Slut walk across the lot and a Push, just to be sure, before I go into the store. (Hmmm... No one saw that.) Security smiles and says 'Hi' and I glance back after walking in. Yup, he is still lookin'. Off to my Mirror corner. No really I'm looking at the mirrors. (Really) Turn, (Seriously) bend, Hmmm? What's that other one look like? Hmmm... well, it certainly looks better now.
Keep squeezin' squidgy! Hold on tight! A the tip of my tucked Cock buzzes and I take a firmer grip. All the while looking at the really kewl soft rugs. Hey..., one of those would be really nice for the floor in front of the couch and - Bloop! "Lost yur Grip did ya?", says the short Little, Hot MILF with her averted eyes. As mine get just a bit wider.
Next Isle please... "Get back in there". I give it a Push while I eyeball the camera in the ceiling. "Now Hold On this time!". That rug looks Nice... Bloop!!! Puuushhh... No one saw that!!!! "Just go get your Mirror Boi!" Maybe I can use it for cover? Because, Bloop!!! "Whatcha doin' down there Buzzy? You seem to have abandoned your post." Get back in there! Push!
Walking to the check out I can feel my face getting a bit red, A bit damp, as I look down at the mirror which, though adding cover to one side carried like a school book, Simply gives an even better view from the other. (Why did I turn it towords me? - Sneak a Push...) Ya... Some one saw that! And it didn't even work. Bloop!
Getting in line at the check stand and the big guy just in front of me, just by chance, steps out of line and heads behind me to have a look at... something on the shelf? My eye contact is Gone at this point. All I have left is the hope that people can see, it is actually is a Butt Plug and not a Loaf. (Hey!!! We don't do THAT!!! Scram Scatman!!!)
It's back in line for Mr. 'What's on that shelf?'. Right behind me! He's actually trying to look over and around my mirror for a better view. As I strategically maneuver it to block the view. Acting as if I was trying not to bump anything. Mr Security over there, smiling right at me as he chit chats on the headset. Now the final betrayal begins. No 'Bloop' this time. He's already out. Favorite Friend Buzzy decides to completely bail on me. Butt-lift panties, Refusing to do their job of holding him in; AT ALL. "Sphincter! We have a complete systems failure!!!
Red faced and hoping that Mr. Security doesn't try to bust me for shoplifting because I am acting so nervous, I barely remember how to count in order to pay. Ear to ear grin, permanently affixed. And Oh yes, I will have a wonderful afternoon. As the sexy little Granny holds the door for me with a wink and a smile (She actually Looks pretty nice... Maybe I'll stop and chat here at the door?) OOps... I look back and Mr. Security smiles again. "Nah, I'm as out of here as my Plug is out of my Ass Pussie". Stretch jeans bulging from behind. Takin' the attention away from my jacked up Ass. To the car! Now!
Ok. we're nearly safe just bend over while you put the Mirror in the back. "Did you have to park in the front row? maybe you'll remember to choose to get a bit of a walk in before you go shopping next time. Front row... Front and center of the store windows.
Ahhhh... I sit. The vibration is spectacular with Buzzy resting out free next to my tucked cock. By this point I'm looking straight at the guy sitting in his car in front of me, using his Phone (or rather trying to use his phone) while I simply lift up and reach down the back of my jeans and completely reconfigure everything. Face contorting wile I move My Friend back into position and insert and PUSH!!! Ummm... That was worth it! I smile at Phone Man as he gives me a confused look of WTF.
All things back in place car started and my Ass grinding away on the seat, I begin the journey home. Head spinning Butt vibrating. "Pay attention to the road, Peter. This is not the time for a fender bender". "Ya, but I gotta stop at the hippy shop for some incense." "You what!?!? Are you MAD Boi?" "Yup!"
Park on the street and out the car. Push!!! just to make sure... No one saw that, as I look over to all the people at the Clock Tower AND the three people in the car right behind mine. (Go Figure...) In we go to the shop. Just a quick stop in a quiet little shop.
To my complete and utter surprise there is a huge, beautiful, Alaskan malamute sprawled on the floor in the shop. Blue eyes blazing and nose popping up right at me. And a Hippy couple at the counter. Better bend over and say 'hi' to the nice puppy while telling it with my eyes to stay out of there! Please? As I hold my grip tight. As I come up from the Puppie, Mr. Hippy is right in my face (its a small shop) "Oh is that your Puppie? So fitting to the scene of the shop". I notice his Girl talking to the clerk about some crystals wile I grab my stuff and grab at Buzzy again.
I get my incense and then wait - and wait - and wait... Yup, Bloop!!!! a-n-d Insta-BAIL... All the way out, a-gain! As the clerk says to the Girl, "Just let me help this guy. OK?" (Dude I got something you can help me with...) The Girl steps back next to her Hippy Guy, who is right behind me, practically bumping my Ass. I have to count again? Now? "They can't see anything. Right? Right!" The puppie is staring right at me. She finally flops on the floor with a sigh. Probably laughing her ass off that I have enough to think about anyway. Thanks puppie what a nice Dog. ( I have another Doggy story that is not at all pleasant - I'll tell that one another time... In another Universe!) I dance a bit with the the Hippy Couple in order to escape this scene, trying not to brush my plug right up against their legs. Back to the car I go. Past the people behind it and the folks at the Clock Tower. Sit. Reconfigure, a-gain. "No one is looking."
Finally I'm on the way home, and what do I notice? A kindly man. A bit older. Stopping short in the lane next, giving me a bit of an eyeball while fondling his phone. It must be that smile on my face he is looking at, wondering where it was coming from. And as he pulls all the way up to the car in front of him. I notice his license plate. Get this: 4wy7777 - Perfect!
Safe Home! and I have a look in my new mirror. You really can't tell there is anything there. even when it is all out - Unless you catch it at a good angle.
Ahhhh... The stories I make up in my head. Dare to be True.
Peace
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It's Tiny insignificant penis day ;o
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Posted:Feb 3, 2017 4:55 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2018 12:15 am
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Just one of those days - Back on cam - Being cathatic by not giving a fuk about How it looks.
Come to tha chat and see what crops up.
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