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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 6, 2010 13:35:14 GMT -4
Marilyn smiles at the fidgeting, the special potions in the shampoo are slowly devouring your masculinity, leaving in its place a predatory femininity. Your hair is heavy in Marilyn's hands, but not quite to the length she wants. So she continues massaging your scalp with her long nails. "Being a woman, especially an older woman with all of that acquired skill and mastery is just lovely. Wouldn't you like that, dear?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 11:30:36 GMT -4
"Oh yesss... I'd love a woman that can take care of herself like that..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 13:58:35 GMT -4
"Yes, I know you would dear. I know you would." She smiles as the cascade of your red hair fills the sink. She leans in, so close you're breathing her Chanel No 5 perfume. "Tell me all about that fantasy woman of yours, Mike. I'll make your dreams come true."
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 14:20:04 GMT -4
"I... uhm... What do you mean?" I ask, hesitantly, showing some restraint for the first time, but not too strong, as her perfume overpowered my senses again.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 15:22:14 GMT -4
"Oh darling," she purrs, "I suspect you've got a fantasy woman in that mind of yours. I'd love for her to come out and play.."
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 15:29:52 GMT -4
"Well... I've always been a fan of curves... not like a short fat woman, but a tall thick woman, the kind where the fat enhances their femininity... their big thick legs and ample bottom, a sign of aging, but still firm and perky..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 15:31:00 GMT -4
Marilyn smiles and keeps running the warm water over your mass of hair. "Go on, Mikey," she purrs and strokes your chest with a long fingernail.
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 15:31:59 GMT -4
"Wide hips... what do they call it... child bearing hips... large breasts... collagen lips..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 15:34:00 GMT -4
Marilyn nods and smiles, turning off the faucet. A good list, one that sounds perfectly delicious to create. "Anything else in particular, Mikey? Lots of perfect make-up perhaps?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 15:34:57 GMT -4
"Oh... absolutely caked on... hours to apply and perfect... lots of jewelry and baubles..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 15:40:20 GMT -4
Marilyn grins wide, her puffy lips accentuating her happiness as she carefully turns you from the sink and wraps the mass of red hair in a thick towel and piles it atop your head. She leans you forward, your eyes aware that her large firm breasts are RIGHT THERE. It's all you can do not to touch her, drink her in, and she notices. Smiles at you. "You like what you see, don't you?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 15:42:02 GMT -4
"Yes... very much so..." I close my eyes and breathe you in, wondering what you look like underneath all that, but that's not a very proper thought.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 15:45:27 GMT -4
Marilyn smiles and turns you away from the mirror completely, lets your hair fall down well past your shoulders behind the chair and begins to brush it out. You feel nothing different at all. She slowly begins to roll curlers into your hair as she talks to you. "So, Mike," she purrs in your ear, her breath on you, "You love the big breast and big hip look?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 7, 2010 16:03:32 GMT -4
"Oh yea, nothing like a well padded exaggerated hourglass." I say smiling, longing for her touch again.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 7, 2010 16:39:54 GMT -4
She caresses your neck lightly, then slips a clip-on hoop earring onto your left earlobe, and then your right. You don't notice it under the electricity of her touch. "Yes, I love a woman with a build like mine. All hips and tits," she laughs in her throat. "I think a figure like that needs a corset too."
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