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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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Women's practical Joke I am being held down. I am struggling to get up. -- re-focus - Looked into a room for my date. It is a large room with high ceilings. A very fancy room with expensive mouldings, furniture, mirrors, and paintings. There is a grand piano in the room to my right. It is daytime or the room is well lit. A huge group of women are in the room. They invite me to come into the room. The bride wonders why a man is in the room. The women say I am harmless and then proceed to explain why. They say I won't steal money, deceive, gossip, but will get one pregnant just by looking at a women. I protest. The bride says she thinks I am too naughty of a man to be in the room with them. I suggest I should leave and not upset the bride - also my date is not in the room. The other girls playfully grab a hold of me and say they need to punish such a fellow. One of the gals that I "knew" real well gives me a real hard swat across the butt. I yell out in surprise. The girls start to tease me, and I told them I was not into pain. One gal says she knows what I like and walks up real close to me and whispers something in my ear while she casually runs her hand across my groin. This sets me off guard for a moment. I really should be going and find my date. Then the topic of my date comes up and the women make remarks about her being too young and sweet for me. Someone says that any woman under 30 is too innocent for me. (missing passage of time) Next I found myself struggling on one of the arm chairs with the extended leg area. I think it is called a lounge chair. There are several girls (women) holding me down and pushing me back down on my back every time I struggle my way up. This memory is frought with with struggling. They grab my hands and wrists and I keep working my way free. They are unbuttoning my pants! I can feel them pulling up my shirt that was tucked into my pants. Oh boy, I am wearing the dress uniform that I am wearing in that one group wedding photo. The Uhlan helmut is sitting on a table or desk to my left. One lady is sitting on top of my chest and now I can't get up. She's wearing a white fancy dress. I can see the bead work and lace up close. I can feel them exposing my male anatomy - the weird thing is that I don't want them to that?!!? |
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I know what they are planning to do! Just before they got me into this position, they were teasing me about one of the ladies that I had been showing a bit of attention to. These women for some reason know my reputation for having my way with the ladies. (I didn't really think I had one, but according to Lothar I did.) They decide to play a joke in myself and the lady I have shown an interest in. they want the new female conquest to know that I have been around. They chatter and banter on how this woman would never beleive them since I guess I have a sweet innocent disposition. That was their conclusion about my demeanor. I didn't think I had any special attitude that fooled or wooed women. I am just myself. They decide to mark me, so this woman would know that I was not a sweet innocent man. I get the impression that this lady was talking about me and said something to the effect that I was sweet and shy. I really think I should leave at this point. They plan to put lipstick on me and choose a not so innocent location for this lipstick marking. It was a place where this lady could not rationalize it away. Needless to say it took all of them to get me down into the lounge chair. (Don't forget, these are females and you don't get rough with ladies.) Some of these ladies know me rather intimately and know exactly how to turn me on and a few of these ladies put on dark red lipstick and proceed to kiss and mark my manhood with a rather staining form of lipstick. When they finally let me go and the one lady got off of sitting on my chest, I peered down to see Mr. Happy covered with red lip marks. Much to my displeasure. For some reason I already knew that this stuff stained the skin and it would not easily wash off. The women are all laughing at me as I sit up and search my pockets for a handkerchief. I tried to wipe myself off with a handkerchief and unfortunately, I can't get the stuff off my dick. I decide to find a bathroom to try soap and water. I redress myself and pick up my helmet. The women are giggling and laughing as I leave the room. One of the ladies say something to me like, "Better luck next time Manfred, you'll just have to sleep with someone else or later on." I go out the door and am suddenly plunged into a dark hallway with many doors and a light at each end. I look each way thinking about which direction I should go to find what I need. The hall floor and the entrance area is all marble or stone tiles. I turn to the left where there is is a stairway and an opening to a large room that has sliding doors that are open. The carpet is red. In this room with the red carpet is set up with tables and chairs for dining. This must be part of that wedding. I go upstairs. The stairs are evenly cut stone or marble. |
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