… it’s not really ABOUT the rabbit, but…
So the left paw is hitting redial on the mobile phone, while the right paw is knocking. I had only been doing this for a few minutes, but I’m sure it felt like longer to the sleepy eyed young lady who opened the door. “What do you want?” she asks. “Touch the bunny” I reply. “W… What?” she continues. “Touch the bunny” I repeat. “Why would…. Why?” She seemed like she was struggling with what was happening to her. “If you are anywhere near as nice as you are pretty, it would be wicked-awesome for you to touch the bunny” I explained. Who it would be “wicked-awesome” for was left implied.
“Come in” she says, making way. Score one for desperate persistence.
I am offered amenities, and put in a room. It is small room, with a lot of bed. There are some other things… ok, a lot of other things. But really – the bed is the thing you notice. And on the bed is a pink cover that gives some hope that my hostess may actually like rabbits (or at least formally dressed rabbits). This hope is buoyed further when she instructs me to be nekkid on the lottabed.
We spend a few minutes with her rubbing me. It is pleasant, but Ms. Storie seems so bewildered about how we might possible relate to each other. It’s not that uncommon, and somehow we fall into a default that we might as well not even really bother. At least until she decides we should relate “biblically”, and instructs me to flip.
It’s at this point that Ms. Storie casts her clothing aside, and I gotta say – wowza. She is tiny, yet womanly. Her hair is up. She has ink, but it is not distracting. She has breasts, and they definitely are distracting. She has a bottom, and it is a perfect place to rest a paw while she does the things she does. And she is very cute. “Hmmm…” I find myself noting, “I’m being fondled by a ‘wee hottie’.”
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Her play manner is not particularly snuggley or “faux-affectionate”… at least it isn’t with me. I would group her into the “sport-tickler” class of companion. I would also think she was preparing for competition. Spirited; open; aggressive; possibly even a little disappointed in my deficiencies in these regards. Still, she makes fairly short order in getting to us half time.
We spend a little while in intermission (she was doing some ritual with trying to set a skull on fire, while I was mostly staring at her thinking “I was fondled by a ‘wee hottie’”). It’s a little more comfortable for her now, I think. Yeah, I’m going to choose to think that.
Still, Ms. Storie decides that enough rest – up and at em’. Hmmm. I’m not usually double barrelled bunny (even though it seems I’ve been testing that lately), but I get to fondle a ‘wee hottie’ again? C’mon….
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Generous with her time. Not thievey (even offered change for the trivial difference between her requested present and the paper denominations). Very pleasant and accomodating. Really, really hot, and fun to play with. You draw the conclusions to this Storie....
Happy thumping, all!
So the left paw is hitting redial on the mobile phone, while the right paw is knocking. I had only been doing this for a few minutes, but I’m sure it felt like longer to the sleepy eyed young lady who opened the door. “What do you want?” she asks. “Touch the bunny” I reply. “W… What?” she continues. “Touch the bunny” I repeat. “Why would…. Why?” She seemed like she was struggling with what was happening to her. “If you are anywhere near as nice as you are pretty, it would be wicked-awesome for you to touch the bunny” I explained. Who it would be “wicked-awesome” for was left implied.
“Come in” she says, making way. Score one for desperate persistence. I am offered amenities, and put in a room. It is small room, with a lot of bed. There are some other things… ok, a lot of other things. But really – the bed is the thing you notice. And on the bed is a pink cover that gives some hope that my hostess may actually like rabbits (or at least formally dressed rabbits). This hope is buoyed further when she instructs me to be nekkid on the lottabed.
We spend a few minutes with her rubbing me. It is pleasant, but Ms. Storie seems so bewildered about how we might possible relate to each other. It’s not that uncommon, and somehow we fall into a default that we might as well not even really bother. At least until she decides we should relate “biblically”, and instructs me to flip.
It’s at this point that Ms. Storie casts her clothing aside, and I gotta say – wowza. She is tiny, yet womanly. Her hair is up. She has ink, but it is not distracting. She has breasts, and they definitely are distracting. She has a bottom, and it is a perfect place to rest a paw while she does the things she does. And she is very cute. “Hmmm…” I find myself noting, “I’m being fondled by a ‘wee hottie’.”
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Her play manner is not particularly snuggley or “faux-affectionate”… at least it isn’t with me. I would group her into the “sport-tickler” class of companion. I would also think she was preparing for competition. Spirited; open; aggressive; possibly even a little disappointed in my deficiencies in these regards. Still, she makes fairly short order in getting to us half time.
We spend a little while in intermission (she was doing some ritual with trying to set a skull on fire, while I was mostly staring at her thinking “I was fondled by a ‘wee hottie’”). It’s a little more comfortable for her now, I think. Yeah, I’m going to choose to think that.
Still, Ms. Storie decides that enough rest – up and at em’. Hmmm. I’m not usually double barrelled bunny (even though it seems I’ve been testing that lately), but I get to fondle a ‘wee hottie’ again? C’mon….
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Generous with her time. Not thievey (even offered change for the trivial difference between her requested present and the paper denominations). Very pleasant and accomodating. Really, really hot, and fun to play with. You draw the conclusions to this Storie....
Happy thumping, all!
