There is this mask.
This mask.
This one.
This mask that i put on her.
And she disappears.
Disappears.
Completely.
I produce it out of our toy chest, and she accepts its application.
It is baby pink - because i know what effect that color has on her.
I relish the slow closing of the long zipper, sealing her inside.
I don't need to do anything. Suddenly, Barbie emerges.
My dolly. My fucktoy. My slutty lil thing cums out.
I cannot express how thrilled i am with her emergence. It not only fulfills me. It imprints on me a permanent impression of joy, peace and intense pleasure.
I feel its influence. I feel its strength. I feel its power.
And.
I.
Succumb.
#ThereislittlemuchIcandotostopmyselffromthinkingaboutthispinklatexrubberhood#
5 comments:
Deity, Sir
Your words are haunting.
~a
Beautiful mask, and beautiful words. A real pleasure to hear it from the opposite side of the fence.
Deity, dear: I can feel the energy launching off the page and I am delighted to hear you so aroused and satisfied.
And, my birthday is not that far away so I've sent the link on. You never know...
Beautiful.. just beautiful!
goodgirl,
i suspect you had some vivid visuals while reading this, especially involving the color pink.
shape shifter,
as it is a pleasure to read the objectification from your perspective. i was thrilled when i found your site.
Vesta,
my sincere hopes that you receive such a diabolical trinket for your birthday.
nancy,
thank you, darlin. i don't have much to do with the creation of 'Barbie', just sit back and enjoy the rewards.
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