Not too long ago, some ruggedly handsome and charming creature posed the question as to whether or not Ms. Lilith (@ Supreme) loves bunnies. Many speculated on the topic (including Ms. Lilith herself), but no research had been done to confirm or deny the theories. Seeing as miserable weather ruined my plans for the day, I figured I might as well conduct an experiment and bring some clarity to the matter.
Armed with my null hypothesis (that Lilith does not love bunnies), I booked a session with my subject, impatiently waited for my time, and when it finally arrived, splashed through the front door at Supreme. I was quickly greeted by a striking petite blonde. Striking petite blonde. Striking. So striking, my tongue was completely swollen within a second or two… tops. She looks at me quizzically, and I struggle to speak:
Rabbit: “Wiwif, peaf.”
Lady (now with a brilliant smile): “That’d be me…”
Rabbit (terribly pleased with his good fortune): “Hi Wiwif”
Lady (taking me by the paw and walking me down the hall): “My, you sure are a drooly one, aren’t you?”
Rabbit: “Yef. Fowwy.”
So, I find myself in the room with her now. Ms. Wiwi… I mean, Ms. Lilith… is going through the process of sizing me up (a challenging task at the best of times), and I find myself just admiring her. Ms. Lilith is very pleasing to the eyes - blonde, petite, and very pretty; with what could only be described as a remarkable body (firm yet soft, with beguiling lady parts that demand attention). She’s obviously a master at her craft, too, as she radiates charm and sweetness, makes sure I understand what’s expected from me, and gives little suggestive hints at the kind of fun that I’m in for. I’m a little disoriented (like I said, I’ve been pretty consumed with how yummy she is), but I’m twitchy with anticipation.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
After my shower, Ms. Lilith rejoins me, and we get to playing. She skips the whole “backrub” thing, and goes straight to teasing me – and I don’t just mean physically (even though she’s doing that too). Clearly, she’s a very bright young woman – witty, playful, and fun – and I find I very much like her attentions, completely content to soak them up like a sponge. Only, the point comes where she sits up abruptly and says “Ok, your turn”. Never having been too good and guessing, I ask what she means, and she tells me sweetly “It’s your turn. Please me.” I try to explain that I’m not exactly good at… well… much of anything in that regard, she’s having none of it. Nope, the message is sweet yet firm: “Please me”. Umm… ok… I’ll try….
And then… she… well, she… and she pulled out… and there was…. Seriously – I wish I could have sold tickets. I wish I could have BOUGHT tickets. Her performance was THAT good. And as silly as it sounds… in a way, I actually felt privileged to have had a (very, very) small, peripheral part in it.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Afterwards, Ms. Lilith makes small talk with me while I absentmindedly paw at her, once again just feeling happy about her company. In fact, I find I don’t want to leave – I want more. I don’t intentionally drag it out, but I think I do anyways… all the while, I keep trying to convince her to let me stay, and to do all that other stuff again and again and again. To her credit, Ms. Lilith puts up with it longer than most would, but in the end, I finally get to her and with one last sweet but firm “ok, get out”, she tosses me out on my fluffy tail.
I’m not sure if this particular experiment revealed anything conclusive about Ms. Lilith’s love (or lack thereof) for bunnies, but I think I can safely confirm the following: (A) that she is one of the best companions I’ve met in this city; (B) rabbits sure seem to “dig” her in a big way; and (C) that a great deal of additional (and very sordid) research is going to be required.
Happy thumping, all!
Armed with my null hypothesis (that Lilith does not love bunnies), I booked a session with my subject, impatiently waited for my time, and when it finally arrived, splashed through the front door at Supreme. I was quickly greeted by a striking petite blonde. Striking petite blonde. Striking. So striking, my tongue was completely swollen within a second or two… tops. She looks at me quizzically, and I struggle to speak:
Rabbit: “Wiwif, peaf.”
Lady (now with a brilliant smile): “That’d be me…”
Rabbit (terribly pleased with his good fortune): “Hi Wiwif”
Lady (taking me by the paw and walking me down the hall): “My, you sure are a drooly one, aren’t you?”
Rabbit: “Yef. Fowwy.”
So, I find myself in the room with her now. Ms. Wiwi… I mean, Ms. Lilith… is going through the process of sizing me up (a challenging task at the best of times), and I find myself just admiring her. Ms. Lilith is very pleasing to the eyes - blonde, petite, and very pretty; with what could only be described as a remarkable body (firm yet soft, with beguiling lady parts that demand attention). She’s obviously a master at her craft, too, as she radiates charm and sweetness, makes sure I understand what’s expected from me, and gives little suggestive hints at the kind of fun that I’m in for. I’m a little disoriented (like I said, I’ve been pretty consumed with how yummy she is), but I’m twitchy with anticipation.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
After my shower, Ms. Lilith rejoins me, and we get to playing. She skips the whole “backrub” thing, and goes straight to teasing me – and I don’t just mean physically (even though she’s doing that too). Clearly, she’s a very bright young woman – witty, playful, and fun – and I find I very much like her attentions, completely content to soak them up like a sponge. Only, the point comes where she sits up abruptly and says “Ok, your turn”. Never having been too good and guessing, I ask what she means, and she tells me sweetly “It’s your turn. Please me.” I try to explain that I’m not exactly good at… well… much of anything in that regard, she’s having none of it. Nope, the message is sweet yet firm: “Please me”. Umm… ok… I’ll try….
And then… she… well, she… and she pulled out… and there was…. Seriously – I wish I could have sold tickets. I wish I could have BOUGHT tickets. Her performance was THAT good. And as silly as it sounds… in a way, I actually felt privileged to have had a (very, very) small, peripheral part in it.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Afterwards, Ms. Lilith makes small talk with me while I absentmindedly paw at her, once again just feeling happy about her company. In fact, I find I don’t want to leave – I want more. I don’t intentionally drag it out, but I think I do anyways… all the while, I keep trying to convince her to let me stay, and to do all that other stuff again and again and again. To her credit, Ms. Lilith puts up with it longer than most would, but in the end, I finally get to her and with one last sweet but firm “ok, get out”, she tosses me out on my fluffy tail.
I’m not sure if this particular experiment revealed anything conclusive about Ms. Lilith’s love (or lack thereof) for bunnies, but I think I can safely confirm the following: (A) that she is one of the best companions I’ve met in this city; (B) rabbits sure seem to “dig” her in a big way; and (C) that a great deal of additional (and very sordid) research is going to be required.
Happy thumping, all!
