Slow and Steady

Hi folks,

I hope the summer is treating you well! It's been an up and down summer for me. For the most part my Big Sister has left me alone (yay!). But, when she does bug me it's... been... different. She's been more demanding. It's been less sisterly and I've become more like a toy. Something to be toyed with at her will without a voice or opinion of my own. I don't know if she just has these needs to assert absolute dominance over someone and that's when she seeks me out. Or (hopefully) this is the early stages of her getting tired of me and she'll soon leave me alone permanently.

Anyways, her humiliating task for me this time was to put on my most emasculating heels, put myself in a very specific pose and then have to weave a "fantasy" involving that pose for you all on this blog. Now, as you all know by now, she's not very subtle and she was trying to make it obvious what kind of fantasy she was looking for.

Too bad for her I'm still just as smart as ever. Just because she doesn't like to treat me like an intellectual doesn't mean I still can't thwart her. So, without prolonging the (minimized) damage, here's my completed task:




So, it's quite simple really. I'm a tortoise. I'm a tortoise who was wearing pink heels... 'cause I'm heading out to the bar... called the Hard Shell cafe. Anyways, as I'm walking to the bar, my panties get snagged on a rock and fall down my tortoise legs. Feeling the unusual draft, I look back to see my panties have slipped down one leg. Because I'm looking backwards, I don't see I'm walking towards a dip in the ground, and I slip and tip over onto my back. And I'm stuck on my back struggling to right myself.

She's on her back. Her breath is heaving and ragged, her chest rising and falling to the rhythm of her desire. As the panties slide down her leg, she dangles them off her foot. Her smooth legs lift, spreading automatically. She's waiting there. Waiting for you.

Aaaaaaand scene. There we go. Quite the fantasy if you ask me. I think you can chalk one up for Chrissy over Big Sister on this one. Peace out.

I am such a Princess? (The answer is no)

So, my big sister thinks I'm not posting enough here and said I have to post something. She said I had to post that specific title (I added the punctuation and what's in the parenthesis), and she gave me a list of  specific words I have to use and relate to the title. This is silly isn't it?? I mean, this is supposed to be a blog; a running log of MY thoughts and not some forced writing exercise. But, whatever. She says something bad will happen if I don't do this... so here goes:

I have to have my dreamy sleep on pink satin every night. So you'd think that would point towards me being a princess, but I'm certain princesses get to decide what color and type of material they get to sleep on. So based on the fact I have to sleep on those things, means I'm not a princess.

Has my tummy, clean-shaven legs, and or painted toes elicited  comments like HAWT, mouth-watering, or cutie? Yes, they have... so you'd think that would make me a princess... but wrong again. Princesses were locked up, and when they weren't they were always seen in a formal, regal, and proper manner. In order words, you'd never have been able to see their tummies, bare legs, or toes. So, the fact that you've all seen mine yet again proves I'm not in fact a princess.

Lastly, princesses are boy-crazy. They have to be, back then a princess was used as an asset. They were married as part of a strategic alliance more than anything else. The worst thing that could happen would be for a princess to displease her new husband in some way, and put the alliance between her husband's people and her blood-relations in jeopardy. So they had to be "boy-crazy." And obviously for those who know me or have had the chance to read my posts before my big sister goes in and edits them, I do not like boys. It's just not my thing. I adore women and that's the gender I'm crazy about.

So that's that. I'm more than certain you'll be able to figure out which words she made me include in this post. And despite those, I was still able to write my true opinion.

Lastly, she said I had post a related picture. So fine. I'm guessing when you saw the title of my post, you were all probably thinking you'd see a tgirl princess. Well, you are... it's just won't be me! HA!

(That pretty lady is Katlyn Suzuki)

How Dare She!!

This is outrageous!!!!!  You (those of you who still even bother) all saw what she did right???  She CHANGED what I wrote!!  She's been going in and adding pictures (which have obviously been doctored to look like me, but that's a whole other issue) and changing what I wrote.

It's Orwellian in every sense imaginable.  Do not let her get away with this!!  Do not comment.  Do not visit this site.

I don't think I really need to go over all the lies in her post.  I WILL state for the record that I am  sexually attracted to men and women, but I'm not here for my pleasure, only for the pleasure of others.   Be rest-assured that I am turning into all woman.

Sorry to post and run.  I need to hurry and start my kisses to those who commented.  If I don't, bad things will happen.