For such sunny, beautiful weather, it’s such a shame that this heavy cloud of sadness and worry has set over the “recreational procreation” industry here lately. Heaven knows, I feel it. 
So I decided that I would be defiant to this gloominess, and would try to make a moment or two of happiness for myself… and if I could do even a little bit of the same for my unfortunate companion (by way of a monetary “thank you”, of course), that would be a good thing as well. I have to choose carefully, though, because now is NOT the time for risking disappointment… I need to see someone I know… someone who has extraordinary skills… someone who not only can handle “nasty bunny”, but who can handle “melancholy nasty bunny”. I’m very fortunate that there are a number of suitable playmates available that fit these criteria, but today – I ask for Ms. Eden.
And, as a result, I find myself nekkid in the cage room at Legends (the sweet young receptionist called it the “tort” room… which confused me for a moment and made me think I was setting myself up for being “litigated” against my will… but I guess it was meant as a short form of “torture”, which makes sense I guess, even if I can’t tell the difference). They’ve moved the bed around the corner (conveniently next to the cage, I see), but all the other “homey” trappings remain.
And then the lights dim and Ms. Eden dramatically swoops into the room. It’s been a while, but she’s as lovely as I remember (tall and slender, long straight hair with blonde highlights, extremely pretty), and she seems to remember me too (poor thing). In fluid motion, she strides across the floor, drops her belongings, and bounds on the bed, and smothers me in… well, part kiss, and part embrace. And I’m happy.
We talk some. She fondles some (first me, then her, then a little more of me, then back to her, then more of her, then really her, then I’m instructed to fondle her while she fondles her, then I’m told to stop fondling her… sort of… ‘cause while the mouth is saying to stop fondling her, the rest of her is actually making me fondle her… when she isn’t fondling her herself, of course). And then she gets to doing what Edens do best. And I’m happy.
When she’s through with me, and I’m through – period, Ms. Eden snuggles up to me for a brief quiet, almost sleepy spell. It’s very sweet and comforting, and I am very happy.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
But moments pass, and I must go, so we shuffle into the adjacent shower room together and independently try to scald ourselves, while she entertains me with stories of decadence and debauchery; and I dress while she tidies up the room (including some shredded remnants of duct tape that Ms. Sineh had apparently left behind inadvertently… ); and we laugh about how surreal all of this should seem (if one wasn’t caught up in it) and how truly entertaining it can be if you let it.
And as Ms. Eden walks me to the door, we slowly pass a striking, tiny young thing (whom I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting, but I recognize from the pictures as Ms. Josie) just outside of the door to another room, who looks very pensive, like she’s diligently chewing her own fingers off. She peeks up at us, smiles and shrugs, and quite nonchalantly says “softening my gum”. Of course.
Thank you, Ms. Eden. The levity of your sweet attentions and playful amusements today were very much needed, and even more appreciated.
I am happy.
Happy thumping, all!
So I decided that I would be defiant to this gloominess, and would try to make a moment or two of happiness for myself… and if I could do even a little bit of the same for my unfortunate companion (by way of a monetary “thank you”, of course), that would be a good thing as well. I have to choose carefully, though, because now is NOT the time for risking disappointment… I need to see someone I know… someone who has extraordinary skills… someone who not only can handle “nasty bunny”, but who can handle “melancholy nasty bunny”. I’m very fortunate that there are a number of suitable playmates available that fit these criteria, but today – I ask for Ms. Eden.
And, as a result, I find myself nekkid in the cage room at Legends (the sweet young receptionist called it the “tort” room… which confused me for a moment and made me think I was setting myself up for being “litigated” against my will… but I guess it was meant as a short form of “torture”, which makes sense I guess, even if I can’t tell the difference). They’ve moved the bed around the corner (conveniently next to the cage, I see), but all the other “homey” trappings remain.
And then the lights dim
and Ms. Eden dramatically swoops into the room. It’s been a while, but she’s as lovely as I remember (tall and slender, long straight hair with blonde highlights, extremely pretty), and she seems to remember me too (poor thing). In fluid motion, she strides across the floor, drops her belongings, and bounds on the bed, and smothers me in… well, part kiss, and part embrace. And I’m happy.We talk some. She fondles some (first me, then her, then a little more of me, then back to her, then more of her, then really her, then I’m instructed to fondle her while she fondles her, then I’m told to stop fondling her… sort of… ‘cause while the mouth is saying to stop fondling her, the rest of her is actually making me fondle her… when she isn’t fondling her herself, of course). And then she gets to doing what Edens do best. And I’m happy.
When she’s through with me, and I’m through – period, Ms. Eden snuggles up to me for a brief quiet, almost sleepy spell. It’s very sweet and comforting, and I am very happy.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
But moments pass, and I must go, so we shuffle into the adjacent shower room together and independently try to scald ourselves, while she entertains me with stories of decadence and debauchery; and I dress while she tidies up the room (including some shredded remnants of duct tape that Ms. Sineh had apparently left behind inadvertently…
); and we laugh about how surreal all of this should seem (if one wasn’t caught up in it) and how truly entertaining it can be if you let it.And as Ms. Eden walks me to the door, we slowly pass a striking, tiny young thing (whom I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting, but I recognize from the pictures as Ms. Josie) just outside of the door to another room, who looks very pensive, like she’s diligently chewing her own fingers off. She peeks up at us, smiles and shrugs, and quite nonchalantly says “softening my gum”. Of course.
Thank you, Ms. Eden. The levity of your sweet attentions and playful amusements today were very much needed, and even more appreciated.
I am happy.
Happy thumping, all!
