Eccentric Flower:199810/toy fetish dolls

twenty-four october ninety eight eleven p m

toy fetish dolls!

Oh, look, two postcards in a single day. I always find it just a touch worrisome to write two of these or more in a day (three is still the record so far), because I figure most people just read the latest one and don't bother to scroll down to see the other one from the same day. Since the second one is hardly ever as good as the first one, I'm scared you might be missing one of my flashes of brilliance.

I get so few, I have to be a little protective of them.

At any rate, I was so busy writing about dreams in the entry below that I didn't remember to mention the Catwoman fetish.

I mean "fetish" in the sense of the object itself, not the fixation about the object. A fetish, as in something a voodoo priestess waves around.

We went to the Warner Brothers store, and they had all these little beanbags of various cartoon characters (everybody wants to get into the bandwagon now; thanks loads, Ty). Most of them were pretty innocuous, but this Catwoman figure - wow! I saw it and couldn't believe it - showed it to Nonelvis and she couldn't believe it - even the salesman, who apparently hadn't seen one of them yet, said, "Well! That's ... interesting."

Most of the beanbags are plush; this one is not. She - I cannot refer to this toy as "it" - is made from that fake-leather stuff that upscale car seats are sometimes made of, with a texture halfway between leather and vinyl. Black and glossy. A realistic if cartoonish figure, in proportion, with definite hips and breasts.

I'm not sure what the intended audience for this toy is, but I have placed her atop my computer as a totem - I'm hoping she'll help me write better smut. Anyone who's been lurking around the story area knows I need all the help I can get.

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