My Note:
Sent 2mo, 3w, 2d ago, by Diana DuBoise to Ricochet KaBoom

Diana doesn't think she could ever get enough of that purring. You always have a weird way of stirring up a combination of feelings in the demoness. That absurd cuteness, the feline affection, the cheery benevolence feel so wholesome and lovely. It makes Diana drop her guard and feel right at home. But the way you push up to her, the way you inflate your chest with every breath, that sly confidence deep in your eyes, they all make Diana feel horny and disarmed, in a realm which she usually navigates so easily. Just imagining the possibilities of that amazing body, or thinking about what that cute face looked like when you moan... the demon stirred, her own breaths growing shallow as you wiggle closer. Was she just being a pervert? You left her as sexually confused as a teenager. She had to remind herself to relax. The demon's usual answer to these sorts of questions was heavy rubber bondage, but that felt inappropriate. What did mortals usually do when they felt this way? Oh, right... Diana had to make a move.

She listens to your words, smiling like an idiot as she lets herself get lost in your gaze for a few moments. Diana licks her lips, drawing you closer, her heart starting to pound. She's fixing for a smooch - not just a cute little peck, but a deep kiss, laced with desire and passion, to communicate how she feels. Diana's just thinking about how she's going to pet your hair and slip her tongue through your lips, maybe give you a puff or two or twenty of air, before you cut her short. You have to go to work! There's a mixture of disappointment and relief in the way Diana sighs, but she's quick to smile and nod. "Of course, dear.~ It was nice catching up with you." A smart little smooch is placed on your nose, before she pushes up your glasses for you and helps you from her lap to say goodbyes. Until the next meeting, Diana is probably going to be fantasizing about that kiss every now and again.

		Her Note:
Sent 2mo, 3w, 1d ago, by Ricochet KaBoom to Diana DuBoise

**Giggles!**

A lovely post to be sure, one that inspired me to post this for your reading pleasure ... I hope.

Enjoy! <3

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Tilting her adorable head to the side, the copper top closes those expressive purple eyes behind the before mentioned damaged glasses while she keeps on purring, that deep thrumming sound which seems to bubble somewhere deep within that pert chest of hers and surges down through her spine all the way to the magnificently massive wideload backside, while her long, tiger striped tail keeps on lightly bouncing from side to side, almost alive in its own manner of speaking, an eager thing to be watched as well. Her dainty hands rest on your latex-encased body, the right-hand perching on your shoulder with those lithe fingers lightly splayed out and lightly touching more than just the starting slope to your neck while her left-hand makes its own landing on the side of your neck, those fingers stroking along the jawline and right underneath that corresponding ear, the forefinger stroking idly and teasingly soft and delightful. Darting out, her tart tongue lightly purses those kissable lips with a soft puff of minty sweetness perfuming the air teasingly before you in that charmingly innocent way that seems to be the elastic tigress’s method of operation, the same simple way that she endears herself to everyone. The breathing is soft and gentle, with the occasionally puffing up of her breasts a cup size or two, just to shake things up and keep you delightfully mesmerized, the soft and inflating bust pillowing nicely between the two of you, not trying to compete with your own delightful and impressive bust, mind, but adding just her own uniqueness to the moment. The inflation also allows you to feel the deep and hefty heartbeat of the before mentioned heart within, which must be her strongest organ within her body, second maybe to her brain, but both seem to work so well as far as you are feeling now as the cute copper top keeps herself snuggled up against you, with that innocent expression and that delightful purring continuing …

As you sit there and looks at this adorable bundle of elastic tigress with her personality wholesome, sweet, and enduring, the feeling that wells up within you is almost too good, too strong, and too much. Like sitting in front of the television, watching one of those insipidly preaching cartoons that even has the public service announcement at the end of the show, putting together that day’s moral dilemma and lesson in a sugary sweet almost religious manner. And yet, you find yourself pausing for the moment. During those heartbeats, you remember watching her come into the Inflation Room and wave to anyone and everyone like a best friend, often hugging those who might not get any attention for whatever reason, and even going further to listen and to chat with these same people, listening to what they say and trying not to judge, but to accept them for who they are and what they do. Even half asleep, she also goes over and attends to the before ignored coffee bar, cleaning out the old and often burnt pots of coffee, sure grumbling a few times, and yet still doing the thankless job. Even going as far as to make up to three extra pots of coffee, most of the time using her own money to buy the best for the place, and even putting up a tray of baked goodies, like those delightful apple and cinnamon muffins. And through it all, still smiling happily and seeming to be trying her hardest, her best to make the place a much more enduring place, a better place to be sure.

And while the coffee bar is a great example of the copper top’s infectious goodness, another that you have heard the collection of nerds and fanboys hanging out at the Inflation Room is the legendary Thanksgiving Day weekend where the copper top personally cooked eight or ten turkeys in three different manners, deep fried, classic oven-roasted, and smoked, with also ham, done either oven-baked or smoked, and then ten to twelve different sides, including the copper top’s special macaroni and cheese, totally loaded mashed potatoes, and Deep South greens, a family recipe that’s been handed down through the family for at least three generations. With all of this, the copper top added several different rolls and biscuits, freshly baked, several homemade pies, apple, pumpkin, and pecan flavors, and all with a scoop (or even two!) of vanilla ice cream and even some whipped cream too. These were sold at the party that the copper top threw at her place and then she packaged several plates for a Pay For What You Want dinner at her shop, The Flip Side Comics and Games, to help raise money for charity. While people eat and shopped, the copper top had a local band play all sorts of music, from classic Christmas tunes to some of the popular and even some cover works, all to keep the atmosphere lively. And then to end the night, the copper top showed that she was not done yet by hosting a collectable auction to where you had to donate at least one hundred dollars to be allowed to bid with all of the money going to charity. The items to bid on were magnificent from what the nerds described, from the original lightsaber used by Sir Alec Guinness in the first of the Star Wars movies, the original hat worn by Robert Englund who played the evil and very cool Freddy Krueger in the first Nightmare on Elm Street movie, the bifocals worn by William Shatner who played Captain James T Kirk in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, and even an original signed first edition of the Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Finally, according to the nerds and fanboys, it sounded like the copper top raised a tremendous amount of money for the charities involved, one being the ability to make children’s Christmas extra special.

The touch to the underside of your ear snaps you back to the “Here and Now!” as the copper top keeps that adorable and soft smile on her face, a gentle blush bringing out the healthy splattering of freckles along the bridge of her delightful nose and across those full facial cheeks, just enhancing that appealing visual buffet if that is even possible. Her left hand’s forefinger still doing the innocent thing of playing with your lobe while her soft breathing lightly puffs into your face, making you pause for a moment or two. How long had you been sitting there, staring so googly like an errant school girl or even emptyheaded teenager? And yet, even as this concern crosses your seemingly bogged-down mind, there appears that there is no concern on the copper top’s adoring face, looking like she could sit here all day or perhaps even all week and just snuggle up against you and purr to your heart’s content, while her long, tiger-striped tail lashes back and forth happily, just mirroring how she feels.

And speaking of how the copper top feels, you see it easily on her face as the iPhone, those damned and annoying electronic demons that these foolish mortals listen to and even obey, perhaps an even more coveted item and certainly one worth exploring some day to see on how harvesting souls could be made easier? An interesting though which pops like a bubblegum bubble, that sharp sound, as you see the copper top fish this odd device from someplace on her personal space, up underneath that delightfully tight and soft purple and green nightshirt, with those delightful words, “Like to see them Bigger?”, on the front and in that neon-orange lettering or perhaps within the confines of the left matching and striped stocking that stretches impossibly over the thick and long leg, just like the mate does. In the long run, it only matters in a curious, yet fleeting moment as the copper top looks at the device before her cute face distorts into a bit of a mundane concern.

"Honey," Taffy whispers to you so softly that you almost were not sure you heard. "I hate to do this, but I'm going to need to get going here in a few minutes."

There is little doubt in your mind that the copper top didn’t want to go, not deep down in that inflatable heart of hers, and yet there seems to be such a deep well of duty and obligation, something that obviously a strong and morally founded pair of parents gave to her and then helped instill within her to give her that solid foundation to become such the person you have sitting on your lap for a few more heartbeats. The thought of blowing into your copper top is so alluring, even two or twenty puffs of your rich and intoxicating breath would undoubtedly be appreciated, the more making her bigger and bigger and bigger still. However, it’s the simple act of a kiss that seems to do the best ensnaring of the cute copper top as you lean in and moosh so deliciously tight up against the pliable personality, her cute head tilting to the side and her adorable mouth opening to turn up the pleasure of the kiss, while her kissable lips lightly wrap around your tongue and suckle teasingly and even add that tart tongue’s caress to add more spice to the wondrous moment. And even with all of that, the moment is too quick for your taste, certainly hers.

When your own expressive eyes open, those tea-green orbs focusing on the copper top, you notice that she still smiles so easily as her ample backside wiggles against your lap, oh so teasingly, before the impressive weight slides off your latex thighs and kissing your often-ignored knees. Once standing on her large feet, the sharp, squeaky sounds filling the air as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, both of her hands team up to grasp the hemline of the before mentioned nightshirt and pull it down smartly with a few tugs, before the copper top leans in and kisses your nose-tip, leaving the barest and lightest of lip-marks there.

“I cannot tell you how much I have enjoyed snuggling with you this morning,” Taffy whispers happily as she straightens up and smiles once more, her head tilting a touch to the other side. That is when you push those curiously damaged glasses of hers back up her nose, onto the bridge, which hopefully is a better place for them. While there is little chance that the copper top missed the mixture of disappointment and relief on your lovely countenance, the nod and the smile from you helps distract the often seemingly clueless copper top. Your words of acceptance make the copper to feel better about leaving …

With that cute and musical giggle, the copper top turns and adjusts the hemline of the nightshirt with another tug … and yet her ample backside is almost entirely exposed as she walks off, leaving you to notice an extremely curious purple swirl, seeming to glow a bit when the light of the room hits it just right, riding the left cheek of the before mentioned backside. Had you noticed this before? Perhaps. Certainly something of extra interest about the copper top … when next you meet.

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