So out of the blue I today I recalled a silly thing from my youth. I guess this was back when I was six or seven? Early '80s, anyway. At that age I had to accompany my mom on endless, boring shopping trips... this store, that store, this mall, that mall. Mostly clothes. I hated it, yet I spent so much time in '80s malls and department stores that I'm oddly nostalgic for it all now. Sometimes you'd get lucky and there would be a play area, but lots didn't. I recall entertaining myself by hiding under clothing racks and exploring architectural curiosities like carpeted walls. That wasn't uncommon at the time. Anyhow, there was this one clothing store - I wanna say it was called Pinky Punky - that had one of those sofas that are in the shape of a giant set of red lips. This style, if you don't know what I'm talking about:
I was fascinated by that sofa. I distinctly remember discovering that I, being quite small and skinny, could wedge myself pretty far between the top and bottom plush lip cushions. At first it was just horsing around, but on later visits I developed the fantasy that I was being sucked into these giant red lips, and when they finally let me go, I'd be a girl. I had lots of transformation and bondage fantasies starting around that age that made me feel funny.
What's been going on? Well, not a lot, really. It's been a very mild summer, and unusually wet. No complaints there. I've been getting back into some writing after being in a creative rut for a long time, so that's good! I hope I have something to show sometime soon.
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Love you. FYI reminiscing spelling faux paus. Best Wishes.
Oops, faux pas spelling faux pas!
It would be great to see another story but even greater if you were healthy and happy.
You're writing? YAY! I LOVE what you write!
Yeah, it's been a mild summer here. I actually like the heat and humidity. I know, I'm weird. And it's been gaspingly dry. parched. Although sometimes it's very very humid, we get no rain.
I too am oddly nostalgic for the mall, but I mostly don;t go there because it isn't safe. if they would first remove the gang bangers...
Maybe there's a story somewhere in the Sofa Of Ultimate Doom. Little did Sandra know, when she sat down on those luscious full lips that she was about to be sucked into a living hell from which there is no escape...and that would emerge transformed beyond a worst case nightmare...
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Should have said "and that SHE would emerge"...
Yes, I can read. Yes I can spell. No, I can't type.
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