Good morning, Kiwi :) I had fun with you last night, but it's time to be put away for now. Don't think I would ever lay you out carelessly, because you're just so cute, so I'm obviously going to ride on you a little while I squeeze you down into something I can fold up c; Don't worry, though, my sweet Kiwi. I'll see you again tonight for a little blow-up date

umm I came to bed to find this beach ball waiting for me. no doubt it wants me to go for a ride, but that basic lil bitch don't really interest me. but I'm getting tired, and I can tell you've been waiting all day and I guess I, like, kinda respect that. tell you what, I'll play with you on ONE condition: you must hold still inside my favorite ring while I ride you, and when I'm done... well, let's just say some things make better surprises than warnings ;)

My friends invited me out for a smoke, but I said, "Sorry, I've got a date. A hot one." c:

But don't worry one bit, for I have smoke of my own, and we can play with it if you'd like but you might get a few bad burns, and I'd just hate to see your cute, round little body depress and deflate while I'm taking a ride on it..

..orrr would I? ;)

Today, I got home to find this beach ball laying in my room! I don't know where he came from, but after observing and testing his tight frame, I can't help mounting him and riding him. The ball was making tiny whistles while I played with him, and I had to imagine he enjoyed being dominated by me, so I finish him off by pressing my thumbs into him until they pop right through. As I swiftly deflate him, I can feel his air rushing up into and through my beat up tank, caressing my skin until the poor beach ball lay flattened under me. Thanks for the fun little ride, sorry I popped you ;P