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calico critter of the day:
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laura cakebread (toy poodle family / cakebread family sister)
birthday: august 8th, 2016 (leo)
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your-fave-is-pupy · 2 years
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Laura Cakebread from Sylvanian Families is pupy!
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kunkutarpulla · 6 years
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Veronica is so happy she can cook and bake.
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neptunefairytales · 4 years
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First time drawing a Sylvanian! This is Laura Cakebread, one of my favorite critters!
(Please reblog if you like my drawing, do not repost! Thanks)
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butitprobablyis · 3 years
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For Rachel
I have this girlfriend, Rachel, who I'm just crazy about. I mean, I like a good stiff cock and a hard fuck as much as the next girl, but I've loved women for a long time and Rachel is special.
She's not like most of the girls here in LA, especially those on The Strand. Both her body and her sensibilities are more Midwestern. She's twenty-seven, blonde and blue-eyed with a blushing complexion that looks like it's never seen a zit. She's a lawyer with one of the big firms on Wilshire Boulevard. She wears a pair of no nonsense horn rimmed glasses, her mouth is round, inviting and crimson as a cherry pie. She's a large woman, not fat, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. Her ass—broad, white and inviting as an unmade bed.
Saturday night I made her dinner. We started with scallops on a bed of leeks drizzled with a beet reduction, then moved onto my favorite salad--field greens with Granny Smith Apples, red onion, spiced, toasted walnuts and crumbled blue-cheese, dressedwith that balsamic vinegar that costs $40 a bottle and some lush olive oil from Spain. We went on to lamb chops, haricot verts and this incredible goat cheese souffle I learned to make while working at Charlie Trotter's years ago.
After dinner, we lingered over a glass of the Cakebread Cabernet that Rachel had selected. She told me about a failed relationship she recently ended with this woman Laura we both know. She talked about how hard it is to play the straight girl at her conservative law firm. Our fingers entwined, played, danced on the table. I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the wine. She pulled away, bit her lower lip and drew my hand to her breast. Her nipple strained against her bra and cashmere sweater and sent a spark between my legs.
She removed her glasses, tugged on my hand and offered me an ample knee. I sat on her lap and we kissed hard enough to bruise our lips, her tongue darting inside my mouth. She worked a hand underneath my T-shirt and squeezed one of my breasts, pinching the nipple. She teased my nipples with her nails until I thought I'd scream.
I turned to face her, straddling Rachel's knee like I was riding a horse. I ripped off my T-shirt and flung it aside. She lifted her sweater over her head and removed her bra. I love this girl's breasts, how they are large and soft with these huge auroles and big brown nipples. We rubbed our breasts and nipples together, both of us breathless with lust. I ground my pelvis against her knee like no tomorrow.
I slid off her lap and reached for her hand. I led her into the living room that looked out onto the ocean with a quarter moon burning overhead. I helped Rachel out of her slacks, slid out of my own. She wore a lacy white thong that accented that lovely broad ass and barely hid her pussy. I glimpsed a dark wet spot in the thong’s crotch and could see the wetness in her eyes. My own pussy was dripping nectar like an overripe Passion Fruit.
“Wait,” I told her.
I went into the bedroom for my special toy, a double dildo. When I returned she had a hand between her thighs rubbing absentmindedly. She gasped at the sight of the dildo, thick as a cock, over a foot in length.
We sat facing one another, nipples touching, pantied crotches pressed together. We started kissing again, deep and soulful kisses. Rachel bit my ear and slid a hand under the top of my thong. Her touch was soft, searching, softer than any touch I've ever felt. She  parted my pussy lips and stroked just inside my  slit. I was  suddenly taken by it. I   leaned back on my hands and thrust against her hand. She tapped against my clit and I bucked--one, two, three times until I came--carpet burns on my bare ass, my cunt on fire.
“Oh fuck,” I murmured.
“You sweet woman,” she told me.
Rachel wriggled out of her thong. “Please,” I said as I guided her onto her hands and knees. I took a moment to study her. Wide shoulders gave way to a broad beautiful ass, the furrow deep and redolent with femininity. Underneath was her pussy, the lips swollen and puffy with want. The pubic hairs, fine and white as corn silk, glistened with moisture.
“Do me, Baby, do me,” she whispered in a baby-doll voice.
She was dripping, dripping. I began to lick. I licked at the outer lips, used the flat of my tongue against the opening of Rachel’s vulva. I searched for and found  smallish clit, hidden in the folds. Small but sensitive. As I flicked at it, she yelped with delight.
When she came, Rachel screamed from deep inside her gut, ground her cunt hard against my face. While she settled back down to earth, I tongue bathed every inch of her pussy and ass, leaving her as pristine down there as I found her.
She turned to face me, wanting more. She took the dildo in her hand and coated each head with saliva. I wanted to be fucked hard and truly, that first come just an appetizer. We reclined on our hands, legs entwined. Rachel's mouth was a snarl when she inserted first the head, then more of the dildo between her pussy lips. I followed her lead, and we both took it deep. Only a few inches separate us as they begin to thrust and rock in harmony.
I lifted my hips from the floor for more leverage. Fucking, fucking, fucking. Rachel's eyes were closed and she was there too. We were both bubbling and frothing with pussy juice and our pussies were making these soft sucking noises. So good, so good, so good. We both reached for our clits. We rubbed and humped, eyes locked on each other. Rubbing and humping and frothing. And then it took us both like falling and falling a falling into that searing pleasure between our legs.
Oh, Rachel. I hope you read this and come again remembering us together the other night. Just like I'm going to come...yes
https://web.archive.org/web/20070513154525/http://www.anightorchid.com/alicias-blog/2005/10/10/for-rachel.html
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kunkutarpulla · 6 years
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The whole family is eating dinner. ^^
Oh hi, Batman. Ha ha ha.
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kunkutarpulla · 6 years
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Setting the table.
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