Picture an extended rabbit at a 45 degree incline, pushing poor Ms. Josie by scrumptious little rump down the hallway towards a session room. She’s putting up some resistance, but none of it is in bullet, pepper spray, or “boot to the raisins” form, so I assume the objection is not vehement. 
Once in the room, she says “so now what?” as she turns, only to find that I am now hanging from her bosom. Well, hanging from the top part of the sexy black one-piece outfit that is covering her bosom. Ok, ok, hanging from while tugging at the top part of the sexy black one-piece outfit that is covering her bosom. “It’s Saturday. Saturdays are for treats. I been a good bunny – I want treats.” I say, all the while continuing my disagreement in principle with her clothing. “And what sort of tr…” she begins to say, but I rudely interject with an emphatic “Open this”. “Open wha…?” she asks quizzically, but I’m now railing on her poor outfit trying to liberate her wrongly detained breasts with a very emphatic “Ooooo-pen!”
Frustrated would not be an inaccurate description.
In a much calmer state of mind, Ms. Josie puts me on the octo-bed, pulls her outfit over her head (revealing her simply astounding, very womanly frame in all it’s nekkid glory) and then moves to join me. We spend next while very close… it’s not exactly cuddly like “Pumkining” is… it’s more like her patiently (and sweetly) indulging me as I explore… well, her. And, boy oh boy, what wonders there are to find!
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Then, in a very unusual and uncharacteristic (frustration-induced) turn, it’s actually me that moves the game along. And I think this takes Ms. Josie by surprise. And I think it makes her uncomfortable with me for a moment (well, more uncomfortable than usual). Still, she recovers very quickly, and proceeds to SHOWER me with the sweetest treats. And I’m taking them in like a 10 year old boy trick-or-treating with an industrial sized garbage bag.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
As every 10 year old boy will tell you, there are never enough treats. But we’ve taken it as far as we can, and the sad time comes where I’m (quite fairly) cut off. I’m tired, happy, and grateful for her generosity. Ms. Josie is beautiful, kind, and awful fun to play with.
It was a very good choice. Yay for me!
Happy thumping, all!
Once in the room, she says “so now what?” as she turns, only to find that I am now hanging from her bosom. Well, hanging from the top part of the sexy black one-piece outfit that is covering her bosom. Ok, ok, hanging from while tugging at the top part of the sexy black one-piece outfit that is covering her bosom. “It’s Saturday. Saturdays are for treats. I been a good bunny – I want treats.” I say, all the while continuing my disagreement in principle with her clothing.
“And what sort of tr…” she begins to say, but I rudely interject with an emphatic “Open this”. “Open wha…?” she asks quizzically, but I’m now railing on her poor outfit trying to liberate her wrongly detained breasts with a very emphatic “Ooooo-pen!” Frustrated would not be an inaccurate description.
In a much calmer state of mind, Ms. Josie puts me on the octo-bed, pulls her outfit over her head (revealing her simply astounding, very womanly frame in all it’s nekkid glory) and then moves to join me. We spend next while very close… it’s not exactly cuddly like “Pumkining” is… it’s more like her patiently (and sweetly) indulging me as I explore… well, her. And, boy oh boy, what wonders there are to find!
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Then, in a very unusual and uncharacteristic (frustration-induced) turn, it’s actually me that moves the game along. And I think this takes Ms. Josie by surprise. And I think it makes her uncomfortable with me for a moment (well, more uncomfortable than usual). Still, she recovers very quickly, and proceeds to SHOWER me with the sweetest treats. And I’m taking them in like a 10 year old boy trick-or-treating with an industrial sized garbage bag.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
As every 10 year old boy will tell you, there are never enough treats. But we’ve taken it as far as we can, and the sad time comes where I’m (quite fairly) cut off. I’m tired, happy, and grateful for her generosity. Ms. Josie is beautiful, kind, and awful fun to play with.
It was a very good choice. Yay for me!
Happy thumping, all!
