Sharing the Cuckold's Chastity

A short and true story.  It takes a very high level of trust to share certain things... 

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“Can you guess what hotel we’re in?”

The text from Her Lover posed the question.  It was around 4 in the afternoon, the sun shining on the city skyline.  They were likely at the Crowne Plaze just a few blocks from their offices.

 

It was also the sight where the three of us had met a few months earlier.  Sitting in the hotel’s lobby bar, I had to humble myself and ask Him to make love to my Wife.  She’d obviously prepped Him ahead of time and not surprisingly He asked me why.  I told him about my inability to please Her during “regular” sex and once again, He wanted more information.  One question led to another and before long I went through all of my sexual inadequacies.

After extracting more than His pound of flesh, He glanced Her way and She reached into Her purse and took out “the key” and handed it to Him.

“He has a key now” She said.  “Don’t worry.  It’s not THE key.  I still have mine.  But now, you have another keyholder.”

In an instant, my chastity cage felt much tighter. 

Now months later, He was with my wife in a room at the same hotel, doing exactly what I had asked Him to do.

Love,

sissy terrie 💘

A Tribute to Sissy Wives

It happens to be a beautiful Saturday morning here in the desert southwest.  Mistress is at the gym and I'm here in my apron taking a break from housework.  I'm sure I'm not the only sissy wife or submissive husband, hubwife or significant other who's spending their Saturday morning in a state of domestic bliss.  In fact, I KNOW I'm not 😏

Across America and the world there have to be countless males who, each Saturday or some other designated day of the week, are tasked with what years ago was always considered "women's" work.  Most of us are only happy to accept the responsibility and take it very seriously.

Of course, we're also thrilled to doing our work in pretty aprons...

Some are prettier and more feminine than others.  Others simple but equally effective at putting us into the proper mood.

Some may not even opt for an apron, choosing a more fashionable and less dowdy appearance...

I do take ownership of the kitchen - "This is my space!"  But even when I'm in a dress and wearing my pearl necklace, I usually wear an apron.  It's one of those garments that enhances my femininity...

So kudos and a shout out to all the sissy wives out there who help make so many households run smoothly and keep their homes neat and tidy and most importantly, the Women In Charge happy.

We're proud of our roles, and our homes!

 

Love,

sissy wife terrie 💓

The Chastity Alternative

Awhile ago we enjoyed a multi part short story "A Different Kind of Chastity" written by Nancy.  Here's a similar story you might enjoy....

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"We've had this conversation before" Mary told her subdued and embarrassed husband.  "Your nasty little habit is simply out of control."

Tim stood there in front of his wife very humbled.  He'd tried to explain to her why he masturbated so frequently.  His sexual fantasies about Mary (so he said) were such a distraction that he couldn't focus on his work.  Masturbation was the only answer.

"So what was the reason this morning.  It's Saturday.  It's a three day weekend.  Yet you still played with yourself didn't you?" Mary asked pointedly.

How did she know Tim thought to himself, trying to think of a response.  There wasn't time for one...

"Don't think I can't tell when you've played with yourself.  Your whole demeanor changes and you could care less about me" she said with her voice raised an octave or two and her anger very evident.  "I'm done with it."  

"Look I'm sorry" Tim said.  "What can I do to make up for it.  I know I can stop it."

"No you can't.  Don't bullshit me.  I'm tired of it.  I think it's time to lock you up.  You wanted me to put you in chastity before for play well, I want to do it now for real" she said. "We're going to order one today."

"I know I said that but....I don't think I can..." Tim started to say before Mary cut him off.

"Zip it.  I'm tired of listening to you.  Get your sorry ass into the bedroom" Mary said as she walked by him and headed up the stairs.

Tim knew what was to follow.  Mary certainly wasn't Tim's "Fantasy Domme" but one thing she did enjoy was putting him over her lap and administering spankings with either her bare hand, a hair brush or a paddle.  Tim enjoyed most of the time.  It was times like these he feared.  She was angry and he was about to pay for it.  He followed her up the stairs.

When they got to the bedroom Mary stood by the bed and with her hands on her hips looked straight at Tim and said "Strip down and put it on."

Laying on the bed was what tome thought was a pair of women's panties.  As he moved closer he saw that it was a panty girdle.  

"Off with trousers and silly panties and PUT IT ON!" she said firmly.

Tim obediently took off his slacks, put the on the chair and lowered his panties.  He was afraid to turn around and face Mary because his cock was starting to get erect.  

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said.  Tim turned and began to walk towards the bed.  "Look at you.  You should be ashamed of. yourself.  You actually like this don't you?"  

Tim said nothing.  She was right.  The sterner she became with him the more he got aroused.  He picked up the girdle and started to put it on.  By the time he had started to pull the tight fitting brief up his legs, he was fully erect, afraid that he'd have one of his stupid "accidents."

"Hurry before you mess again.  It's probably a good thing you masturbated this morning isn't it?  You'd have lost control by now.  Quick.  Get it on and tuck that little thing between your legs" she yelled at Tim and let out a laugh. 

He almost lost it when the material of the panty girdle slid against his erect penis.  Thank goodness he hadn't.

"Now take your shirt and socks off and pose for me.  Hands on your sides.  Cross your legs a little" Mary said.  Tom took his socks and shirt off, placed them on the chair then turned and posed for Mary.  Before he knew it, she'd snapped a picture with her phone.

"Perfect!"  Mary exclaimed as she showed Tim the picture.  "You're to wear girdle every day.  We're both working from home now and I'm going to check on you regularly.  I have two others just like this and I'm going to by more.  That will carry us over until we get a chastity cage."

"Yes Mary" was all that time said.  Humbled and humiliated, not so much by the panty girdle but by Mary's words and how she knew all about his masturbation habits.

"The picture I took will also serve as a deterrent for you.  Or maybe a motivator, depending on how you want to look at it.  Now go stand in the corner.  I'll be back in a little while" she said.  "Don't think you're getting away with this without a spanking."

Tim moved to the corner feeling silly in nothing but the panty girdle, fearing the spanking that was to come as well as what Mary could do with that picture.

Love,

sissy terrie

Thick Thursdays

Most of my readers know of my fondness for women with curves or as many of their admirers refer to them - BBW's.  These Big Beautiful Women have always fascinated me but I haven't always made my true feelings known.

Thursdays is always a good day to celebrate the beauty of these "thicker" women...

 ...and to feature the pretty things they wear.

It also serves to remind my readers of my fondness for then, just in case you've forgotten.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓

Sissy Boarding School

Today's post is courtesy of Kevin (aka Karen) whose wife just recently officially made him/her a sissy cuckold.  Karen wrote the very first post for this blog at my request.  We had corresponded a few times and when I told her I was thinking of starting a blog and described what themes I wanted to feature, she volunteered to write a short story for me.  I hadn't heard much from her after that until two days ago when she sent me this little vignette, complete with pictures!   I hope you enjoy and I hope Karen continues to contribute when she can.

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    "First year students get the most basic of our rooms.  They're comfortable but simple.  If you get through your freshman year, next year's room will have more amenities" the dean of students said to Karen.  Her name was Ms. Smith.  She had a very pleasant smile but with an authoritative way about her.  "As you would expect gurls in their junior and senior years have the nicest rooms."

    Kevin's mother had decided upon this particular boarding school when she grew tired of catching Kevin rummaging through her things as well as his older sisters too many times.  As a single parent with a full time job, Kevin was becoming a little too much to handle. 

    "Get yourself settled.  Ms. Johnson will be stopping by later to issue you your uniform for class tomorrow and something for you to wear for dinner tonight" Ms. Smith said.  "Any questions?"

    "No ma'am" Karen said.  Ms. Smith just smiled, turned away and walked out of the room.

    The room was certainly not what Karen was used to.  Very tidy, feminine and totally void of any "maleness" like his room back home.  Though Karen had an affinity for girly things his room had all the markings of fourteen year old boy, with pictures of his favorite sports heroes on the wall and other boy things scattered about.  

    Everything in this room seemed so feminine with shades of pink everywhere and all types of little dainty things.  The twin bed in the middle of the room looked comfortable but Karen had a hard time imagining living here for four years.

    Despite its simplicity the room had a lovely view of the school's beautiful grounds.  Karen's room overlooked a lovely flower garden with brick pathways, grassy areas, bird baths and nice looking garden furniture.  It all seemed very peaceful and serene.  In the distance were lots of trees, fields and rolling hills.  "Kevin" was going to miss baseball and other sports.  There didn't seem to be any athletic fields in sight at all.

    Karen walked around the room.  At least there was a private bathroom even though it was pretty small.  She noticed it didn't have a shower and sitting on top of the toilet was a little tent card with the reminder: "Remember to take your seat!"   "There will be no standing to pee.  Ever." she remembered Ms. Smith saying downstairs in the large common living room of the dorm just after Karen kissed her mom goodbye earlier that afternoon.  It was all starting to be a bit overwhelming.

    Karen would make the best of it she thought as she put her small bag of personal belongings on the bed.  New students had received specific instructions of what to bring with them.  Other than the clothes on they wore when they arrived, the only other clothing items they were to bring were three pairs of simple white cotton panties.  Everything else was to be provided by the school.

    As she sat on the bed Karen looked around and decided to take a look inside the closet in the corner of the room.  It was wider that the one she had at home, with two doors that opened away from each other.  She opened the doors to discover the most beautiful collection of feminine finery in pretty pastels that she had ever seen.

    She couldn't believe what she saw.  How in the world was a school like this going to help her break what her mom called "this nasty habit of yours"????  As she ran her hands across the collection of pretty dresses, gowns and petticoats she couldn't help but feel the stirring in her loins...

To be continued.

Karen

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Messy Memories

I've been in chastity for more than six years.  At least for us, it's worked out very well.  It certainly isn't for everyone and it takes effort on both parties, the key holder and the party who's locked.

I still have very fond memories of the days when I wasn't in some type of cage.  Slipping into a pretty pair of panties would often lead to a slow and sensual arousal.  Often I couldn't control myself, have an "accident" and have to change into another pair of panties.

 Chastity changed all that.  Over the past six years those "accidents" have been a very rare occurrence.

Love,

 

sissy terrie 👄

Not So Lazy Sunday

 It was a lazy Sunday all around.  Slept in a little before getting up to make coffee for Mistress then took my shower and dressed in a typical sissy wife fashion.  I snuck outside to pick up the Sunday paper in the driveway to deliver it to Mistress with a fresh cup of coffee.  It was a very nice way to start the day.

There weren't many chores for me to do this particular Sunday.  Mistress was in Her home office catching up on some work.   It was early in the afternoon  when I sought and received Her permission to go upstairs and take a nap in the guest bedroom I usually stay in when Her lover is around.

I stripped down to just my bra and panties, lay down on the big fluffy bed and started to day dream about some of my sissy fantasies.   Just as I started to doze off I thought I heard Mistress calling me...

"Terrie...would you please get down here."

At first, I thought it was part of my dream.  Half asleep, I started to roll over onto my tummy.

"Terrie!  Get down here" Mistress called again.

Her call wasn't part of any dream.  She was indeed calling me.  I got out of bed to go downstairs.  

"Terrie!!!!" came the call.  "I want you down here NOW!"

I went downstairs as fast as I could.

A girl's gotta do what a girls gotta do!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

Sissy Shopping

The pandemic has put a damper on a lot of things.  For us, it's cancelled a couple of vacations where I might have even had an opportunity to go out shopping with Mistress dressed "en femme."  Instead, I believe all my shopping for feminine things has taken place online.  

Hope you enjoy this picture as much as I do.  It's absolutely loaded with femininity with shades of pink, some pears, the hint of her petticoat and the inviting pink curtan in the background that leads to this chic boutique's changing room.

Even that phone call looks so sensually feminine!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

Sissy Fashion Shows

Recognizing the changing trends and demographics over the last decade, the fashion world realized the emerging market for ultra-feminine clothing to meet the needs of sissy crossdressers.  Fashion moguls in London, New York,  Paris and other major cities have begun to organize fashions shows featuring their latest creations designed with the "feminine male" in mind.

These shows have proven to be a big hit, and for good reason; they feature the prettiest of sissies modeling the most feminine fashions!

The shows are attracting huge and diverse crowds, willing to pay top dollar for seats close to the runway. 

At each show, judges select the "sissiest outfit" of the show.  It's an honor for both the model and the designer to be selected for such an honor. 

As you can see from last week's show in London, the competition is fierce.

Can you guess which sissy was the winner?

love,

sissy terrie 👄

Feminine Friday

I'm feeling a little extra girly, feminine and submissive on this particular Friday.  Some days I just feel that way for no particular reason.  Not today though.

This particular day I was told exactly what brand, type and color panty I had to wear.  The panty I'm wearing is readily available in most stores where you can buy quality but not necessarily high-end lingerie, so it's not like it's incredibly unique or anything.  Rather, it's very simple in its femininity, a baby pink granny panty very befitting of a sissy wife.  

My instructions on what I was to wear today were also very direct, to the point and simple.

The psyche of a sissy might be difficult for many to understand.  But I'm sure there are many of you out there who understand what I mean when I say the whole thing has me very aroused.

I hope all my readers and feminine friends have as wonderful a day as I'm having.

Here's a meme (I typically don't post many of those) that someone sent me that I really like.  Hope you enjoy it too!

Happy Friday!

Love,

sissy terrie 💋
 

Thick Thursdays

  

Prior to my Mistress Wife rightfully taking over what use to be "our" other blog, i use to post a semi-regular series of posts called "Thick Thursdays."   

The posts featured beautiful curvy women on the larger side in very flattering lingerie.  

I made no secret about my fantasies about larger, BBW type dominant women.  Diane doesn't fall into that category but humors my by often teasing me about my "lust for largess."  

Today's posts gives you an insight into some of the fannies that capture my fancy.

I'm sure I'm not alone in seeing pretty lingerie worn by women with beautiful curves.  

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

 

Firmness that Flatters

"My girdle is killing me!" I remember an older aunt saying to no one in particular one evening towards the end of a family gathering.  I was too young to know what she was talking about at the time but years later when my interest in feminine "intimates" and other types of clothing had gone beyond being just curious, the words resonated with me.  

The first panty girdle I ever put on was my Mom's.  The firmness of the material as it "controlled" my private parts ignited a feeling of submissiveness inside of me that seemed to go so naturally with the feeling of femininity.  I'd fantasize about being made to wear a girdle as punishment for something I might have done.  My sisters would laugh at me and call me a sissy and sure enough, my secret would be discovered by my sisters' girlfriends and in the most extreme case...their boyfriends.

The firmness of a girdle is meant to flatter a woman's figure, and it certainly has the potential to do that...

Of course some women, along with sissies and crossdressers, look better in girdles than others. In addition to adding firmness and flattering the figure, let's not forget that they can also play a very important role in feminizing.

Love,

sissy terrie

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B&W Sexy Stockings

Who needs color anyway?

Black and white photography can be incredibly sexy.

Anyone else agree?

Love,

sissy terrie ❤

Sissy Secrets

I just finished telling my close friend/big sister about my Valentine's Day.   It was pretty special.

 

She promised to keep what I told her a secret.  Somethings are just too embarrassing to share.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

Valentine's Day for a Sissy Wife

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Many sissies have dreams of being a sissy bride.  While this sissy has worn a wedding gown, it wasn't on my wedding day.  So technically, I was never a bride.

But I've been blessed to be my Mistress' "wife."  This morning I prepared breakfast for Mistress and Her lover Karl.  He'll be leaving shortly because today is Valentine's Day and Mistress wants to spend it alone with Her wife.

It's a beautiful expression of how much She loves Her wife.

Happy Valentine's Day all!

Love,

sissy terrie 💕

Makeover Memories

The following is the second in a series of a young sissy's experiences with makeovers at the hands of an older woman....you can read the first installment here.

 

"You look absolutely beautiful.  You've come a long way since that first time we did this" Florence told me.   I could tell she was pleased with me as well as with herself.  After all, the girl I saw in the mirror was the product of her work.

I had to admit I looked stunning and 100% passable and I felt like a million bucks.  I stood in front of the full length mirror in her shop and struck my most feminine and sexy poses.  Florence hadn't completely finished my makeover just yet but wanted me to try on some heels and look in the mirror.   Standing behind me she moved closer, moved the hair from my blonde wig aside and planted a kiss on my cheek.  I blushed.

It wasn't the first time we'd kissed.   It took some time but after the first couple of appointments with Her, our intimacy seemed to increase each time we saw each other.  Her soft touches, a kiss here and there and before I knew it I'd developed a deep crush on her and she knew it.  Soon we were embracing passionately and eventually, I began to pleasure her orally.  

"Here" she said breaking me from my reverie as she handed my the tube of lipstick.  "I think you're ready to put on the finishing touches yourself.  And I'd like to watch you."

I took the tube of Cover Girl lipstick from her, smiled and with a little anxiety, began the application.  Though I was nervous because I wanted to please Florence, it felt so very natural.  

"Use this instead of the full mirror" she said handing me a small compact.  "When you're out and about and need to freshen up, you're not always going to have a nice big mirror to look into."

Florence watched me slowly apply the lipstick.  I was careful not to smudge any and when I was done I puckered them and blew myself a kiss into the tiny mirror.  She smiled, pleased with what I'd accomplished.  

"You know honey" she said.  "Women like me are very, very hard to find.  I just happen to have a thing for pretty boys and men like you.  Unfortunately, I'm old enough to be your mother."

Florence's comment surprised and confused me.  Was she saying she didn't want any more intimacy?   I wasn't sure quite what to say.

"I've taken you about as far as I can with your femininity.  Have you thought about expressing it in other ways?" she asked me.  

"I'm not sure what you mean" I told her.  "I mean, no...I don't want to have an operation if that's what you're asking me.  I mean, sometimes I wish I was a girl but....I wouldn't want it all the time."

"I'm not necessarily talking about having surgery honey.  There are other ways to experience femininity without a sex change" she said with a slight chuckle.  "Let's be honest, you look absolutely stunning this way.  You know darn well any man would find you very attractive."

I blushed a little more.  Did Florence think I was gay? Or even bisexual?  Why would she get that idea?  Especially after our intimate times together.  She was always satisfied with my oral attention and even though we never had intercourse, she always aroused me and would pleasure me with her "touch."

"Have you ever thought about being with a man?" she asked me point blank.

She saw right through my hesitancy to answer.  

"Of course you have" she said.  "Most all men who dress think about it.  After all, it's almost impossible not to when you've embraced the level of femininity you've achieved.  You should probably give it some thought.  I only want you to be happy in life."

I smiled at her and didn't say anything.  She could tell it had been on my mind.  Before I could say anything she had taken the lipstick and compact out of my hands, set them aside and took my by the hand  to her office in the back of the shop.  

"It might mess up those pretty lips, but right now they belong to me" she said.  "And between my thighs."

Love,

sissy terrie

Becoming Her Bride

Dressing in a wedding gown was one of my earlier feminine fantasies.  

 As I matured, so did those fantasies...

Love,

sissy wife terrie 💗

 

Loving a Sissy

The following was submitted by a reader of mine.  Lots to reflect in so few words.

How many of us can relate? 

 

A Love Story

She loved him. More than he knew, more than he ever imagined, so much that she tried to understand his dreams.

From the beginning, from her first discovery that he had been secretly wearing her panties, it wasn’t easy for Monica to accept that the man she married liked to dress up in women’s clothes. He’d tried to hide it from her, but when she found her panty drawer out of order, some panties stretched and one pair torn, she asked.

 

Tom turned away, embarrassed, but answered honestly, eventually admitting that what he’d done was much like what he did as a boy with his mother’s intimate things. There were tears, from him, not her. She wasn’t angry, she was curious. She listened, tried to understand as her six feet two, former college linebacker husband described how he grew up secretly wishing he was a girl.

Eventually he told her everything, told her how  he believed his wishes would go away if he grew strong muscles, learned how to be tough, and married a beautiful woman like her. But it didn’t work. As it turned out, the more he tried to be a man, the more he wanted to wear women’s clothes. It took several discussions over weeks for everything to unfold, but eventually he told her that he kept it all secret because he worried that she’d stop loving him if she knew the truth.

Monica connected the dots. The life they’d been living suddenly made much more sense. Her husband Tom could be wonderfully caring and sensitive, but he could be unpredictably moody, shift into a dark place, and withdraw from her, bury himself in his work. With this new information, she realized that Tom used work to hide from himself, to bury his desires, to turn away from the femininity he was trying to suppress.     

Monica began to give Tom what she understood he needed. Starting small, she replaced all his male underwear with panties. Just like hers, only in his size. He wept when he saw them. After that, he began coming home earlier from the office. Each birthday, anniversary, and Valentine’s Day, she bought him another item of women’s clothing. First it was babydoll pajamas, then a bra, then nylon stockings. Eventually she allowed him to have a conservative skirt and blouse. Whenever he started becoming moody, she laid out some “girl clothes” for him on their bed and he understood that represented her consent for him to be feminine for an evening or a day. They choose a name for Monica to call him during those times: Nancy.

 

It was their secret. Over the years, their friends commented about what a cute couple they were, how in love they seemed to be, how Tom looked at Monica with such devotion in his eyes, how much he did around the house, how much he did for her. They were constant companions, married for over forty years by the time they both retired.

It was never easy for her. She still saw him as the rugged football player she married, but she came to ignore what underwear he wore, and she knew it made him happy. On the Nancy days, her background in theater helped her see it as harmless play-acting. She understood the power of make-believe, and the power of desire. Most of all she understood the meaning of love.

Tom was incredibly happy and loved Monica very, very much. She was the center of his universe and he did whatever he could to make her happy.

 

My special thanks to the reader who submitted this cute little story.

Love,

sissy terrie 💔

Pink Babydolls

When you slip into your first pair of pink babydoll pajamas....

 ...you'll never want to sleep in anything else again!

Love,

sissy terrie 💕💕💕

Hot & Sexy

I love my coffee bold, black and hot.

Just like Mistress likes Her panties.

Here's to my friends in colder climates, stay nice and warm today in something pretty.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄👄👄

Don't Be Jealous But....

 ...this sissy is going to be serving in an apron at our private Super Bowl Party.

And not just any apron mind you but a very girly one.

Love,

sissy terrie 💙

Sexy in Stockings

My gurlfriend Angelina has lovely collection of hosiery.  

When she can't decide between pantyhose or thigh highs, she'll just wear both.

If the weather isn't too chilly, she'll probably opt for stylish thigh highs with a skirt just short enough to show off a little skin...

And today, she wore these knee socks just for me.  She knows I love white hosiery!

Thanks Angelina!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

Fore!

They'd planned it for months, a golf holiday in February where they could get away from the cold weather and play 18 or more holes every day for the next two weeks.  At least that's what they told their wives.

Sissy terrie was the hostess for the golf vacation and had tee times booked for the next few days.  Early Monday morning she left for the airport to pick up her sissy friends.  Fortunately they all arrived at the airport as planned, despite the storm that raged across the country that day.  

After picking up their luggage and golf equipment the sissies headed to terrie's place to change and get nine holes in that afternoon.  It would be a nice warmup for their first full round the next day.

After getting them settled into the guest bedrooms and with the house all to themselves until terrie's Mistress-Wife Diane got home...there was a change of plans. 

They ended missing that afternoon's tee time.

But they still had a wonderful time.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗💛💜💙

Sissy Sisters

The sissy sisters agreed that they'd set aside special days to wear matching panties.  There were some days that the panties would have to be perfectly identical, others identical except for color and yet a third type of day when they simply had to "match."

So there "twin panty days" and "matching panty days."  Every other week, the sissy sisters would have a turn to decide which day and what type of panty they each had to wear.

This particular Tuesday the big sissy sister decided it would be a matching panty day and chose to wear this panty...

And she chose this one for her baby sister...

Both of them spent the day happily in their pretty panties.

Love,

sissy terrie 💕

Feeling Marvelous in Marabou

Happy Monday!

Always with an eye open to discovering the wide breadth of feminine fashions that titillate those of us with a predilections for all things girly, today i want to feature a rainbow of pretty robes lined with soft marabou....

If white isn't your color, then how about something sunshine bright to wear while enjoying your morning coffee?

 

Or if you're feeling a little blue, this one might give you a little "pick-me-up."

As for me I would likely lean on my favorite color most of the time.

I'm thinking of hosting a "marabou" party.  Would you like an invite?  Just send me your size and favorite color and I'm on it!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄