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| Your lovely host Mandi will be getting a new hamster by the end
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| Yaaa! More to the story for my lovelies who ACTUALLY READ IT~
love.
Magical Trip
(Yes. I have finally created the fan-girl worthy story. Enjoy. Best if read before going to sleep for maximum good dreams n_n)
After reading a few pages of your favorite manga, you get
up and turn on the fan that sits upon your dresser. You switch the
lights off, and look at your bed as your eyes adjust to the dark. There
you imagine your favorite bishounen, sweaty, and read for you to join
him in slumber. He’s half naked, his wet chest shining in the moon
light. Giggling, you hop into the bed and he disappears. You guess your
imagination is a bit strong. Pushing your comforter down, you crawl
under your sheet, and take of your short bottoms for more coolness.
Your baggy t-shirt would cover you incase of an emergency. You didn’t
really care. You were cool now.
Somehow, you can’t fall asleep, you
thought you had. But you guess not. You open your eyes, and notice your
facing you fan. I normally sleep on my back. Thinking to yourself
you roll onto your back, and you feel your body being sucked into the
bed. You try to scream, but fail. You’re too afraid. The feeling you
get when you fall from a height, comes, and butterflies dance in your
stomach. Falling, you try and turn your body so you don’t break
anything major. You hear music, the sound of a flute, a harp and a
violin. The sound their creating is whimsical, happy, and up-beat. You
can’t help your self but cheer up lightly, but then you hit the ground.
You must have landed in a pile of feathers, or
leaves. The music stopped. Your eyes slowly adjust to the strange color
lighting, and you see three figures. Two have long hair, while the
other has no hair. You’re slightly started as the males pull you put of
the comfortable nest, and they sit you down, and examine you. One of
the males, with purple hair, and red eyes was playing with your hair.
He brushed it lightly and carefully with his fingers. He has a
determined look, you suppose he was wondering what you are. The bald
one, who looked rather cute, was checking out your feet, and he ran his
index finger up your leg to your inner thigh. You blush as his pale
blue eyes meet yours. He stopped. You can’t seem to find the other
male. You enjoy the attention, but you feel uneasy. Looking back
at the other two, your eyes finally able to see, you notice the bald
male has blue arrows going down the side of his head, and pointing to
his forehead. He looked exotic; he wore a dark red cloth that draped
around his waist. He tied it carefully with a piece of yellow string.
You could see the same blue markings that ran down his legs. You
wondered if he had any on his arms, which were covered by the same
cloth, with straps of metal. The boy with purple hair had no markings
on his face, but he wore only khaki green pants, faded and torn. He
made a fire as the strange colored sun hid behind the earth. You
finally take notice that none of the males wear any covering on there
chests. The erotic feeling flows in your body, and you can’t help but
sigh, and take a deep breath. You finally take notice that you’re not
wearing any pants, and one of the males throws you some baggy pants.
There a wee bit big, but there snug.
Then he comes. The male seems taller then the
others. He has shorted hair then the purple guy, but he looks less
muscular. He has long flowing green hair, and gentle eyes. You can’t
make out the eye color, for they seem to change as he watches the other
males ‘torment’ you. He speaks. “Leave her alone.” You don’t say
anything. The brothers grunt, and back off away from you. There bodies
were tanned nicely. You shook the thought off. They speak English? You
think to your self quietly. Contemplating on whether you should
run or stay; someone’s shadow lingers over you. The boy with the arrow
down his head smiled, and crouched near you and took your hand.
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| I hoped you all liked the Bishounen.<3
I'm going to give you alittle taste of nummyness! <3
Magical Trip: Bishounen Land
After
reading a few pages of your favorite manga, you get up and turn on the fan that
sits upon your dresser. You switch the lights off, and look at your bed as your
eyes adjust to the dark. There you imagine your favorite bishounen, sweaty, and
read for you to join him in slumber. He’s half naked, his wet chest shining in
the moon light. Giggling, you hop into the bed and he disappears. You guess
your imagination is a bit strong. Pushing your comforter down, you crawl under
your sheet, and take of your short bottoms for more coolness. Your baggy
t-shirt would cover you incase of an emergency. You didn’t really care. You
were cool now.
Somehow,
you can’t fall asleep, you thought you had. But you guess not. You open your
eyes, and notice your facing you fan. I normally sleep on my back. Thinking to
yourself you roll onto your back, and you feel your body being sucked into the
bed. You try to scream, but fail. You’re too afraid. The feeling you get when
you fall from a height, comes, and butterflies dance in your stomach. Falling,
you try and turn your body so you don’t break anything major. You hear music,
the sound of a flute, a harp and a violin. The sound their creating is
whimsical, happy, and up-beat. You can’t help your self but cheer up lightly,
but then you hit the ground.
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Thats all for today.
<3 I'm gonna make some sappy yaoi pictures <3 <3
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Bishounen with scars, funky eyebrows, and eyeshadow....
