Stellai’s blog December 2016

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Christmas fair stories

 

“... and so it happened that while I was having steaming sex with Boobooti, you know, that  gorgeous African looking Embee*  with the big boobs and seriously BIG booty. Don’t you know who I mean? Indeed she is new in our neighbourhood, but surely you must have seen her, or at least heard about her. Her wiggle already gave her the nick name ‘Shake’m Babe’. Anyway, what I was telling, we just had moved ourselves banging from the kitchen table to the living when all of the sudden her roommate enters the apartment. She is that jogging athletic looking TPE doll from China with the perky tits with pointing nipples. Her real name is Ju-do-Mi, but you probably know her as Miss Ninja. Anyway, what I was saying, I just had lifted Boobooti of my rod and told her to bend over on the couch to give her massive balloon shaped pillows a good squeezing, when miss Ninja enters the room with one of her impressive jumps and dives between my legs, grabs mister Stiff in a stranglehold, forcing him down to the floor, me of course with it. You have no idea how strong that little bitch is. Anyway, you know me, I am always in for a bit of rough sex. But when I went down, which caused my face to slide through the cleavage of Boobooti ‘s massive booty, Boobooti  suddenly squeezed and did not let go. And so it happened that with my nose buried in her ass, my tongue in her pussy and my ears and everything in between it rock solid clamped in a pitch dark, where I was forced to experience pure sexual abuse. For three long hours I they made me lick the pussy of Boobooti, while mister Stiff had to endure Ninja’s torments, forcing it to produce ten times more orgasms than I thought it was capable of. What could have been the best sex of my life had suddenly turned into a struggle for survival. As you surely can imagine it was truly awful. But the worst was yet to come. Bla-bla-bla-bla.....”

I will spare you the rest. It became even more exaggerated. Our neighbour Jack (aka Jackass) from across the street is really good in telling stories like that. And so it was worth a good price  on the stand of our little Christmas fair.

You know how it is with new events. You need to start small. Of course I hoped that the giant part of our family would make a stall of their own next to ours and that our neighbours also would have joined with making stalls in front of their houses, but most of them are MB dolls and trying something new is not really their style. After all, you never know what the neighbours will think of it....  Well, at least now I know what the neighbours think of it. They loved it!

 

 

Ok, it is a lot of work to make a stall. Next to building the construction you also need to decorate it and fill it with spare stuff from your household. Especially the latter is good for a lot of discussion. You do not want to fill your booth with just junk and giant stuff. And it also needs to fit the time of year. In winter nobody is interested in your collection stoppers for air mattresses, or a bag full of metal springs, carefully one-by-one removed from the clothespins out of the bucket in the laundry room**. But two spoons from a cassette of 12 silver spoons, forks and knives are not a problem.  Nobody is going to miss two spoons. Ten is the better number anyway.

The next discussion is the one about the profit. Whereas professional Christmas fair stand holders need to make a living out of their sales, we are doing it just for fun. And within the spirit of Christmas which is  to invite one another and share, or give away things, we thought it a good idea to sell our stuff not for cash, but for stories.

 

I guess my most favourite story that day was the one from Mrs. Bald. She is an old Teddy Babe doll with glasses and an umbrella, her textile skin is a bit worn out and she is wearing a kerchief to cover her wigless head. She always sits in a wheelchair, though I recently found out that there is really nothing wrong with her legs. In the old days she used to be a model and had an extensive collection of wigs, but when she got older she usually wore just one short hair bobline that due to lack of care after some time started to show striking resemblance with the steel wool sponge in our workshop . Till last summer when she changed it for the kerchief.  When she said that she had a story for us I already knew what was coming, but as it is expected in these kind of situations you keep your tongue behind your teeth and your smile behind your hand.

I will write down a fragment of her story for you:

“.... So while I was sitting nicely in the park, enjoying the good weather, the wind suddenly took my wig and tossed it into the bushes. But when I rolled my wheelchair to it, a hideous witch appeared in a flash of light and put a spell on my wig, turning it into a ferocious long haired creature with five creepy pink legs that began to move. First I thought it was my imagination, but when it began to run across the field like a rat doll that has gone crazy, I realised that it was for real. It was really scary. But it was still nothing compared to what happened next, because suddenly it noticed me and it came straight at me for an attack.  Now I may be an old lady in a wheelchair, but that does not mean that I do not know how to defend myself. So I took my umbrella, awaited for the right moment and just before the bewitched wig would jump on me I gave it a whopper smash. It tumbled ten feet through the air and landed in the dustbin aside the road. Now you probably think that was the end of it, but no, the wig was bewitched, so it did not give in so easily and tried to attack me a second from the back. But when I turned my wheelchair the creature dug  under it, out of range of my umbrella. And before I knew it, it slipped under my dress, crawled over my back up to my neck, trying to get to my head. They should have given me a medal for not fainting, you know.....”

 

 

You may not believe it, but there are actually elements of truth in her story. I know, because I was there when it happened.

 I was walking with Hand in the park. Hand loves strolling the bushes. She always is looking for acorns that she can put into the ground. No idea why she does that, but it is her favourite activity and it is quite harmless. But that day she was suddenly ‘attacked’ by a wig. Now Hand is not much of a hero, so she turned over and tried to push the wig away that was lying on top of her. Then somehow her fingers got strangled with the wig and after a short struggle she got completely stuck. It was at that time I must have shouted : “OHH, SHIT! HAND-CALM-DOWN-I’M-COMING!” (not really a magic spell, but I am also not really a witch). But I was too late. Poor Hand panicked. She jumped up and started running across the field indeed like a rat doll that has gone crazy. And at one point she accidently ran towards Mrs. Bald. But not for an attack. Hand would not even hurt a fly doll. But Mrs. Bald apparently thought otherwise and so that expired bundle of rags nearly smashed poor Hand with that damned umbrella of hers, which by the way did not cause a hole-in-one. Not by far!  But it did completely disorientated Hand and so it happened that once she got back on her fingers, Hand accidently stumbled again towards Mrs. Bald again, while trying to get rid of that wig.

And then it happened. When Hand approached her that second time ‘poor invalid’ Mrs. Bald suddenly stood up, overturned her wheelchair, jumped behind it and used it like a fortress from where she tried to spike  my Hand, using her umbrella like a sword.

But in her jump she had lost her glasses. It was obvious that the situation needed my help. So I ran from behind to stay out of reach of her umbrella, took the glasses, and wanted to give them to her and explain the situation. But instead of taking the glasses from me she jumped up and started to scream like a cat on a hot tin roof, trying to stomp on me. So I ran between her legs and climbed her back with the glasses, trying to get them back for it was obvious that without them no improvement of the situation could be expected. But then, I almost had put her glasses back in place, I noticed that Hand had freed herself and was running back home, meaning that now I had o explain to a completely freaked out  Mrs. Bald what I was doing on her head....and such....  It seemed best to me to make a quiet disappearance.

 

 

 

Of course there were several other stories that we traded for our stuff that day. Even Koen was willing to tell us a couple of stories. He insisted on trading the silver spoons for them, saying that he had a couple of top-notch stories. So we accepted. I must say that his stories were ok, but unfortunately not by far good enough for recalling here. But the deal we made with him turned out to be not so bad.  The spoons we sold him were not real silver, but just stainless steel cheeky

Ok folks, that is all for now. I hope you have enjoyed this blog and that you will be looking forward to the next one in February of the new year. We all wish you a very merry Christmas time with lots presents, snow, fun and love !surprise yeslaughheart 

Cheers, 

 

Stellai, Rosaleintje, Hand and Koen

 

P.S.

If you have missed my previous report, then you can use this link to see it:

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(Stellai’s blog October 2016: International Doll Meeting 2016)  

 

 

*Embee is slang for MB doll, which is the abbreviation of ‘meat based doll’

**It took Rosaleintje one hour to remove the springs and three hours to put them back. Plus half an hour listening to Koen’s brimstone sermon.   

 

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Comments

Just wondering Stellai ... Does Hand have a relative named Thing?

Great images!

Hi Swan,

Sorry for my late response.  

I do not think that Thing is a relative of Hand.  If that would be the case then we also would have created Thing and I am pretty sure that we didn't.  

Some say that all dolls are related. And from that perspective you might say that Hand and thing are related too. But personally I do not see it that way.

Love,

Stellai

It looks like Hand has all the fun.wink

Haha You are absolutely right, Deerman. Hand is living here the good live of the pet. No responsibilities and lots of cuddling.wink

If only it were that easy for me.... sighh.

 

Stellai

Another great story from the star reporter! Thank you! Greetings from us all, Chris

I just loved to read this blog.......and while reading the story it goes like an amusing film in my brain angel

Hand's 'adventure' being strangled with this unindentified fliying object aka wig from Mrs. Bald is more than genius....it merits a real silver spoon laugh

Lovely greetings from SF's place!!

- SF & the team -

P.S.
SF's family has expanded.....from 3 to 6.....DOLLS? surprise No....BUDGIES cheeky