Cake Fuck. Part 3. Dicks are coming
== Body DĂ©cor ==

It was Monday and I could not continue searching for the body tape any longer. I had to find a solution. Then I remembered a girl which made my body art for the Halloween party 2 years ago. BINGO! I called her studio and asked:

“Hello, I have an idea, but I don’t know how make it”

We talked and I sent the artwork for my idea to them.  And I waited... And waited... Finally, I called them back:

“Hello. Did you get my picture? I know you can make anything! Nothing is impossible for you”

They laughed and told me to wait for 2 days. I was nervous these days because I didn’t want my idea to fail. In two days they called and told me:

"What you sent us is very difficult. We've never made anything like it before... but we'd made it for you!”.

I was jumping from happiness! They didn’t have the body tape, but they found out a way to make it without tape. One more problem solved.

== Dress for Success ==

I simply could not find a dress which would hypnotize you. I wanted a dress which was sexy enough to let me seduce you. I was running like a crazy woman from shop to shop, but could not find anything. Until finally, I saw a dress which looked like chain mail. But, it could fall off me any minute because it was so big.

But you know I am very stubborn, right?

On Friday I came back to the shop and I demanded they find a smaller size for this dress because this dress was so perfect. I just didn’t like any other. I don’t know where they found it, but they found the dress in XS size, despite 2 assistants were not able to find it earlier.


==This Fucking Cake==

Oh my fucking cake! I already knew where to buy a cake which is creamy outside, but hard inside. The lady in the shop was taking my order. When she asked if I need a small or large cake, I almost answered her that my ass will not fit inside the small one. But I held my tongue and took the large one. So the cake was ready. But one hour later there was another surprise for me.  


== Dicks for Chick ==

Still on Friday, I received a parcel. The box was labeled: “Massager”. I was a curious and started to open it because I didn't order any massager. Ten seconds later I was screaming:

          “Dicks, Dicks, Dicks"

Thank God I was in a car, so no one heard me. They had suction cups, so I could stick them on the glove-box while standing in a traffic jam. So, now I could fuck the cake, not only with my precious, firm, shapely ass, but also with my new pair of dicks too.  


== A Welcum to All ==

You know how much I was worrying about the show?

I worry that someone will not come.
I worry that it will be silent
I worry that you will not have as much fun as I wished

I really worried a lot! Usually I send invitations to a show. This party was big, so I was going to send invitations. I don’t know exactly how many friends and simply awesome people I have on MyFreeCams. But, it took me two days to send invitations to all of my dears. I don't think I invited everyone, but I really tried hard! I think my keyboard was burning after that typing.


== Writers Cramps ==

This was the most difficult and at the same time the most interesting part, all at the same time.  I had to write the gift card letters like it was YOU writing them. I had to use your words and describe the story of every gift.

If you could only have seen me writing these letters this way. You can’t imagine how hard I was laughing when I was writing them. I think my birthday is the only day in a year when I write so much. Usually I type, but that day my hand was aching more than from tough fapping.


Moreover, every letter was written with my awful handwriting. During the party I barely could understand what was wirtten inside them.  I call my handwriting "chicken writing". It took me more than 4 hours, 3 cups of tea and 2 cups of coffee to write 11 letters. I really enjoyed doing this so much! But,  much more I enjoyed it when you were listening to me reading your letters. After I finished writing them, I fell asleep like a baby until the next morning. The morning I was desiring more than Christmas.

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