Today is, surprisingly, my birthday… As is my tradition I have a manip to share today… It’s not a wonderful or complicated one… But it is the thought that counts… or the story… or both.
Because my gift today… Is you.
And the story, which would not be possible without the patience, love, and talent of my heart…
You thought that I wouldn’t know,
wouldn’t be able to see
your secret, stealthy plans,
that I wouldn’t have a clue . . .
But I know you far too well,
and the hints are all right there.
I’m Mistress of your soul,
and I know that to be true . . .
You took a quick, shallow breath;
my musk was preceding me,
and you caught cherry scent
when I moved into your view . . .
Next I heard an unwilled moan,
anticipation and bliss
escaping, while your mind
gives way to my gentle coup . . .
You see a smile you know well,
red as my horns poking out
my tail swishing, amused,
your eyes stuck to me like glue . . .
I revel in the steady click
of my heels crossing the floor
and your face as I stand here;
you are unsure what to do . . .
For you had plans for this day
—my birthday of course—a surprise
you think spoiled. The secret,
pet, is that my gift . . . is you.
Love and Huggles to you all…