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Thursday, June 26, 2008

Once Upon a Time...

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She loved to make the boys in the neighborhood do naughty things. She even made one boy put on her too cute little girl panties with the daisies on them. Of course that meant the little boy got to see her naughty parts, but she thought they were rather cute naughty parts so it was okay with her to get him to do what she wanted.

Once upon a time there was a young girl. She found a stash of magazines in the bottom of her dad's closet. Now the pictures were nice, naked men and women doing things she had only ever imagined… and never imagined this well. But it was the stories that really struck her. The descriptions, the terms and words that made her head spin with possibilities.

And then the girl grew. Oh... to try the things that the words described. Oppppsss... you know doing those things can lead to... ummmm... babies. Two of them. Oh... well... it was fun but consequences must be faced. And those two... a little girl, a little boy... they grew and grew. And before too long the girl was soon a woman, she grew up and they grew up until all were no longer little.

And quite suddenly she who was a woman had time again. Oh, glorious time, to play and have fun and to explore all those ideas and thoughts that playing with the little boys when she was a little girl inspired. And to read and read, and write and write. And then, a miracle. Well, it had been a miracle quite a number of years earlier, but now that time was a miracle... well... the woman found the internet. And a place to really explore with others who wanted to give her what she so wanted to take. And she could offer to them what they needed to share.

And share, and give, take, and offer they did, she did. Oh wait, she does, I do. With marie, and boytoy, and acker, and Nev, and donriser, and, and, and all my lovely naughty friends. Because I get pleasure, satisfaction, stimulation from all the naughty things that others get pleasure, satisfaction, stimulation from. The sharing, the giving and taking fills my need so very nicely. I love exploring what turns someone on. I love knowing the details of their fetishes, their desires. I am a voyeur, an exhibitionist, a kinky naughty girl, I am sexual, I am sexy and a strong dominant woman. I am that little girl, young girl, young mother, and now I am Miss Honey, the dominant, finally getting the other kids now all grown up too, to do exactly what I want.

And we will all live naughtily ever after.

1 comment:

Vixen said...

Oh Miss Honey what a lovely insight. I have been so lucky to have met You and You have made me feel so comfortable in who and what I am. I remember the first time I got to share with You. I was so nervous, I felt like it was the first time I had ever been naughty. You completely put me at ease. Thank You for just being You