Catching some sun... and contemplating how delightful it would be to have someone tiny trapped in my empty glass, just for me to watch.
Size fascinates me. Watching sorry little excuses for men tremble around me and wrestle with their insignificance under my judging gaze or my playfully flicking fingernails amuses me. Feeling slight bones break and juicy bodies pop beneath my feet or between my thighs excites me. Using their puny lives to pleasure me really, really gets me off. What is this all about? Quite simply, it's about me amusing myself with a bit of fanciful and free fantasy and cerebral stimulation.
And how exciting to be in there, so close and yet so far, eyes as wide as they can go to both drink in the scenery and scrabble for any hint of what's going to happen next. It's like the "his bald head" riddle: one doesn't want even the gnawing boredom of being trapped in a glass to be interrupted by one errant kick off the edge.
ReplyDelete