Yes, I *did* write this--LOLOLOL A little known fact is that a puppet can grow a dick. I speak truly. You think I jest? Nay. I saw it happen--with mine own eyes. And how I lived for 2 tell this tale, I know not, for indeed I should think that anyone else would have fainted dead away--except that I am a being of the most inquisitive sort. Having seen this occur, I couldn’t help but seek to know what the tale was of this queerest of events and the being whose body, though being but of wood, did sprout, all verily, a stout, and yea, a very sizable, dick. It’s a marvelous thing for 2 behold, and a good thing it was that my dear lord didn’t see it. The poor man would have been--well, frightened. Men are of a hardy temper in many things, and my good lord was no exception, but there are some things that it is best that only a woman see, and though I be a lady, I do in mine inner heart have the makings of a man that would make mine own husband cower could he know the sorts of things I would dare, and he is not now, nor ever was, lily-livered. Braver than many in battle, but in bed, shy indeed, even tender. Be you certain, good reader, that I would never in my life make my husband into a cuckold, not now, not ever. This story, however, came about in a most unusual circumstance--and one that I hope to the saints my lord never learns of. He and I were having a little pleasure one night. The stars twinkled gaily from the sky where Venus, unknown to me having decided for to be/4 to be/for 2 be rather more of a hussy than usual--and to--sigh--shone prominently from her heaven. My lord had wooed me in bed, and I had yielded, willingly, unto his ministrations, and we were in a glade near a forest. It was a faery place, as one could feel, easily, even were they ever so dull, which I’d never been. Radiance filled it in the moonlight, and I sighed, blissfully. The Otherworld had ever had an attraction for me, an uncanny one also, because I’d been raised in a family where the Fae were viewed with suspicion, alas. Of course, that was a truth of many families in England. However, I’d known it was my true home--or at least the home I should have been raised in--in my liver. I felt the shimmer in the night air, and I was overjoyed. I also realized, as I lay there beside my husband, now snoring blissfully himself, that I needed for 2 urinate. Hence, I got me up from beside my lord, and went into the bushes. There I crouched, waiting for the yellow bile to flow from my bladder. Finally, it began. Much astonished was I, however, to find that, while I crouched, that through the bushes beside me a shoot that wasn’t there before began for to appear. I tried to turn my head , but there, e’en as the fluid came through beneath my legs, it stubbornly did draw mine attention...copyright me writing as Lilith de Mystera, 2013-2063, share this if ye dare, with all this attached, lol
Posted on: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 10:49:53 +0000