YOU GUISE. YOU GUISE. I HAD THE BEST IDEA.
You know those fridge magnets that have words on them and you can arrange them to make poetry?
I’m gonna write words on clothespins so I can spell things out on The Bunny’s sensitive areas.
Imagine: the words
lined up along his cock, with that terminal “me” clamped right on the frenum where he’s most sensitive.
across the tender skin of his inner arm.
I want to photograph this. Arty, black-and-white close-ups with a shallow depth of field (not that I have a good enough camera to accomplish what I have in mind). The Bunny won’t let me (or anyone) photograph his cock*, but I bet he’d be game to let me clamp and photograph his less personal areas.
Oh, this will be lovely. I can hardly wait.
*I’ve started referring to it as the Cock Ness Monster because I know it exists but there are no confirmed pictures of it. Then I remembered that I refuse ot let anyone photograph my junk, either, so I dubbed my vulva the Sascootch. Mythical creature party!!!