Yellow Brick Road  

sensualpassion72 57M/49F
382 posts
1/21/2022 11:05 am
Yellow Brick Road

It started innocently enough. I was in my backyard on my porch swing. The day was warm but the breeze was refreshing. My toes barely touched the wooden floor every now and then. I was reading. I was swaying. I was reading again. And then-- I was writing. The words no longer processed in my brain. Reality - was the current story and my imagination was taking it several different avenues. Each whispering to my red sparkling feet ( red painted toes ) to follow the yellow brick road. I shifted my focus back to the words in the book. My mind showed me a part from Popeye The Movie; it was Bluto swimming away at the end with a yellow stripe down his back.

I giggled. I laughed. It was the different parts of myself expressing their views on what we should do as well as the one part giggling and the other part laughing. In unison; We are a myriad of water drops flowing together as one; "MsCellaneous". To many old souls in one body; haunted but alive.

A part of me speaks in only quotes, lyrics, movie clips, memories. She's somewhat of a mute. She also loves to mimic ( roleplay ). Then the Dominant likes to whisper and direct -- expressing herself through influencing the others -- the yellow brick road, the yellow stripe down Bluto's back -- she's taunting -- saying "Chicken!!" to her opposition. She's also the one that blurs the words in the book and writes excerpts of current events as she suggests what she suggests to get the interest of the majority to join in her exploit as They Clearly Are as they are expressing it in thoughts... the youth with the yellow brick road, the with the yellow stripe down the back. Popeye was a musical ---

Think of it. Duplicate yourself. Make one part Dominant and another submissive. Each knows every little dirty secret and there are no lies just hard truths. How well could buttons be pushed.. how easy would it be -- to always deny? ( Quite easily one says.. as another purrs over elevated emotions within the denial and another grins with the challenge -- full of FUCK, YES!-- fuccck no. it continues and flows. always. several voices as clear as a family in a room. )

Such tornados of emotions as I spin in it and then become still within the chaos of the eye of my storm - again attempting to focus on the words in my book. Graciously.

I should advise you that my main focus is always to the sides and behind me. My vision isn't my primary sense; My other senses are. If they didn't adapt the way they did, I'd not be here now. I'm always more comfortable seeing without my eyes. I'm also taken as rude for my eyes often dismiss you in conversation, although -- I'm as much a part of it as you are. I'll just focus elsewhere or look away.

I say that because now if you were to see me -- you'd see a person reading a book on a back porch swing. My attention is next door though. There are a few twenty somethings being twenty somethings. Boys. Men. Boys. Excuse the debate in my head. One turns me on more than I like to admit. He's not my type as I find myself locked on his body; his laugh; his hands; his smile; his wit; his personality. He arouses me and I hate that he does.

He makes me feel like I'm in high school to -- when he catches me looking at him and I am his elder!! I hate that. I wish he'd go save the whales!! or something. He's always doing something for some, cause.. or going on and on about the government. And then there's me trying to find peace while he's trying to wage wars. He drives me crazy. and yet. I've masturbated over thoughts of him... especially those hands. I lose thought, with his hands.

There have been several moments where I lost focus and just turned and walked away from him -- usually angrily and dismissive; I was embarrassed and aroused and frustrated because I was - I mean, what the fuck!!! I again told myself I should just move. Yet I like watching him... and daydreaming of doing things to him.. whatever I want to -- of frustrating him, how I am. With no relief. He is so delicious. ... BOYS! Boy? Did they all leave? nope. 2 are left.

I decided to go lay out in the sun since I wasn't getting any reading done. I grabbed my lemonade. I'll let the sun warm my skin and sink in as I'll let my thoughts tie him up and do what they will and as they want.... what? .. There's sexual talk between them. Awe they joked about me within it to. Great now I'm imagining him masturbating over me --- yes both of them masturbating over me is a much nicer though. I dismissed the thought of them actually masturbating above me.. I prefer them tortured and alone.

I found myself rolling over though. My jaw on the ground. I didn't move a muscle, scared they heard me roll over in shock. I knew they knew I was outside laying out. I just also knew they knew I had headphones on. ( It's why I ignored them when I heard them shouting over to me earlier ) The headphones just happened to be off my head now; still on, loud enough but not to loud. I could clearly hear them ----- and again. HOLY FUCK!!! I think they are fucking with me. It would be just like him to do that to --- butt that would mean he knew I had buttons he could push and I'm fairly convinced he thinks I don't like him.

I moved to try to view them through the wood planks in the privacy fence. There were bushes on his side so I couldn't see all of them nor could they see me. I could see small pieces of the puzzle though and it fit what I was hearing. One had said a blowjob would be good right about now. They were having beers earlier as they kicked an old hacky sack ball around. I knew they were still drinking, I heard a<b> beer </font></b>bottle getting set down on cement. That was when I heard my friendly neighbor say he always wondered what giving one would be like.. and a, if your serious -- have at it. And he was... and I was going to orgasm, without one touch. just. oh my Gooodness. Holy fuck.

The story was continuing in my mind as I saw a little of this and a little of that. If I could move, I'd definitely go around to the back to watch the full picture. I couldn't move though. I was restrained by those invisible restraints. I was frozen. As the Dominant was laying a yellow brick road and I had armies of flying monkeys at my bidding. As I painted him in a dress and lifted it and entered into his ass as he sucked that dick.... and I later painted his lips with lipstick.. and grew breasts on his chest --- he was never heard from again. He was blackmailed to follow me into my house and he never left -- she remained though. She could cook now and clean... stay tuned, for part deux. She was going to do, lots and lots of things.

It started innocently enough. I was in my backyard on my porch swing. The day was warm but the breeze was refreshing. My toes barely touched the wooden floor every now and then. I was reading. I was swaying. I was reading again. And then-- I was writing. The words no longer processed in my brain. Reality - was the current story and my imagination was taking it several different avenues. Each whispering to my red sparkling feet ( red painted toes ) to follow the yellow brick road. I shifted my focus back to the words in the book. My mind showed me a part from Popeye The Movie; it was Bluto swimming away at the end with a yellow stripe down his back.

I giggled. I laughed. It was the different parts of myself expressing their views on what we should do as well as the one part giggling and the other part laughing. In unison; We are a myriad of water drops flowing together as one; "MsCellaneous". To many old souls in one body; haunted but alive.

A part of me speaks in only quotes, lyrics, movie clips, memories. She's somewhat of a mute. She also loves to mimic ( roleplay ). Then the Dominant likes to whisper and direct -- expressing herself through influencing the others -- the yellow brick road, the yellow stripe down Bluto's back -- she's taunting -- saying "Chicken!!" to her opposition. She's also the one that blurs the words in the book and writes excerpts of current events as she suggests what she suggests to get the interest of the majority to join in her exploit as They Clearly Are as they are expressing it in thoughts... the youth with the yellow brick road, the with the yellow stripe down the back. Popeye was a musical ---

Think of it. Duplicate yourself. Make one part Dominant and another submissive. Each knows every little dirty secret and there are no lies just hard truths. How well could buttons be pushed.. how easy would it be -- to always deny? ( Quite easily one says.. as another purrs over elevated emotions within the denial and another grins with the challenge -- full of FUCK, YES!-- fuccck no. it continues and flows. always. several voices as clear as a family in a room. )

Such tornados of emotions as I spin in it and then become still within the chaos of the eye of my storm - again attempting to focus on the words in my book. Graciously.

I should advise you that my main focus is always to the sides and behind me. My vision isn't my primary sense; My other senses are. If they didn't adapt the way they did, I'd not be here now. I'm always more comfortable seeing without my eyes. I'm also taken as rude for my eyes often dismiss you in conversation, although -- I'm as much a part of it as you are. I'll just focus elsewhere or look away.

I say that because now if you were to see me -- you'd see a person reading a book on a back porch swing. My attention is next door though. There are a few twenty somethings being twenty somethings. Boys. Men. Boys. Excuse the debate in my head. One turns me on more than I like to admit. He's not my type as I find myself locked on his body; his laugh; his hands; his smile; his wit; his personality. He arouses me and I hate that he does.

He makes me feel like I'm in high school to -- when he catches me looking at him and I am his elder!! I hate that. I wish he'd go save the whales!! or something. He's always doing something for some, cause.. or going on and on about the government. And then there's me trying to find peace while he's trying to wage wars. He drives me crazy. and yet. I've masturbated over thoughts of him... especially those hands. I lose thought, with his hands.

There have been several moments where I lost focus and just turned and walked away from him -- usually angrily and dismissive; I was embarrassed and aroused and frustrated because I was - I mean, what the fuck!!! I again told myself I should just move. Yet I like watching him... and daydreaming of doing things to him.. whatever I want to -- of frustrating him, how I am. With no relief. He is so delicious. ... BOYS! Boy? Did they all leave? nope. 2 are left.

I decided to go lay out in the sun since I wasn't getting any reading done. I grabbed my lemonade. I'll let the sun warm my skin and sink in as I'll let my thoughts tie him up and do what they will and as they want.... what? .. There's sexual talk between them. Awe they joked about me within it to. Great now I'm imagining him masturbating over me --- yes both of them masturbating over me is a much nicer though. I dismissed the thought of them actually masturbating above me.. I prefer them tortured and alone.

I found myself rolling over though. My jaw on the ground. I didn't move a muscle, scared they heard me roll over in shock. I knew they knew I was outside laying out. I just also knew they knew I had headphones on. ( It's why I ignored them when I heard them shouting over to me earlier ) The headphones just happened to be off my head now; still on, loud enough but not to loud. I could clearly hear them ----- and again. HOLY FUCK!!! I think they are fucking with me. It would be just like him to do that to --- butt that would mean he knew I had buttons he could push and I'm fairly convinced he thinks I don't like him.

I moved to try to view them through the wood planks in the privacy fence. There were bushes on his side so I couldn't see all of them nor could they see me. I could see small pieces of the puzzle though and it fit what I was hearing. One had said a blowjob would be good right about now. They were having beers earlier as they kicked an old hacky sack ball around. I knew they were still drinking, I heard a<b> beer </font></b>bottle getting set down on cement. That was when I heard my friendly neighbor say he always wondered what giving one would be like.. and a, if your serious -- have at it. And he was... and I was going to orgasm, without one touch. just. oh my Gooodness. Holy fuck.

The story was continuing in my mind as I saw a little of this and a little of that. If I could move, I'd definitely go around to the back to watch the full picture. I couldn't move though. I was restrained by those invisible restraints. I was frozen. As the Dominant was laying a yellow brick road and I had armies of flying monkeys at my bidding. As I painted him in a dress and lifted it and entered into his ass as he sucked that dick.... and I later painted his lips with lipstick.. and grew breasts on his chest --- he was never heard from again. He was blackmailed to follow me into my house and he never left -- she remained though. She could cook now and clean... stay tuned, for part deux. She was going to do, lots and lots of things.

**It'll be the third year she is here with us -- <3


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