
K is for Kisses, the giant ones that cover his body all at once as he feels them not only on his face but also through the squeezing of my fingers as they close around him just a little bit tighter. I know that if I don’t hold on to him just that much more, the mist of my breath might dampen him, and he might slip from my hold, and I can’t have that.
Kisses that are wall-sized to him, that make him invariably remember how it felt when he was taller than me, before I shrank him, when even then my lips were fuller than his and made him feel surrounded. Now he really is, and when he kisses back, his lips only cover a minuscule section of plush, velvety skin … so I tell him to continue until he’s done with every inch, every foot, every yard, and on those days I’m feeling extra tall, every mile of my lips.
Great little bit of writing there. Very nice indeed. :)
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Thank you Qunittt! I hope you are having a lovely weekend. :)
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Beautiful, moving, and oozing with power … as usual. :)
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Thank you Pedro! I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I wish you a very nice weekend as well. :D
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It IS quite daunting, when brought into perspective, just how long it would take to accomplish.
Thank goodness we tinies are so dedicated to our Muses!
Nicely done!!
Gotta go get my shrink on…
JA
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Thank you J A. It’s all relative, as some tasks related to the survival and care for a shrunken man are daunting as well.
What the heck does it eat!?!?!
:lol:
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