When I was still living with my parents I had a lot of toys. Most of them motley or in some way abnormal. Long before there was a Toy Story I believed that toys had some sort of sentience. At the very least they have an energy. From childhood I always felt sorry for the odd toy out. The toy with a lopsided eye, or the stitching in the wrong place. Those ones I would actually cry over their fates. Noone would take them home. No one would love them. So I loved them.
As I grew up and became a mother myself I gifted a few toys to my daughter and I released the others into the universe to find new loving homes. A few I could not get rid of.
Kermy!!!
This was my first toy ever. My dad put Kermit in my hopsital basanet the day I was born. A few years back I thought he might have been given away to charity but my husband found him in the attic! I was so happy! I love this toy more than any I have ever owned. It was my first toy, and it was my daughter's. Maybe some day it will be her daughter's.
Kissing bears
These two were not part of my childhood but they are very special to me. My husband gave them to me for our first Valentine's Day together. They are cheesy, yes, but they make me smile every single time I see their little magnetic snouts touch.
Papa Smurf!
So this one isn't exactly from my childhood. It actually came to me during my teenage years. I was crusing through a KayBee Toys (should tell you how long ago that was, right there) and in the back of the store is the clearance bin. There sat Papa. He was marked WAAAAY down to $4. Why would a perfectly good Papa Smurf be marked down so low? I checked the stitching, everything was fine. I decided his voice box must not work. I squeezed his tummy. Nothing. I squeezed his hand. nada. Maybe he was missing his voice box? But then my twisted little teenage brain said, squeeze his crotch. So I did. And booooy did he start singing! Whistled the smurf theme. His voice box had dropped squarely between his legs. I personally would have paid more for a Papa Smurf you had to molest to get to sing for you!
Now as I sat there strolling down memory lane with my toys my mind wandered. I bet Papa Smurf is kinky! His voice box didn't slip! That is just where you need to grab him, firmly and right between the legs, to make him happy! What else was Papa having to hide from his children? Maybe Papa would like some time off. Some Papa time!
So we did a scene! If you don't want to see pictures of Papa Smurf in compromising positions, go no further!
Papa's a bit of a bondage slut, as we found out.
And Papa is a big time bottom! And as a reminder, when you do play, play safe. You will notice that I used a swiffer condom.
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