Letter from lil dicklett this morning this is just part 1.....will be adding a blog for my lil dickletts writing....I wanted to show yall a picture of my little cucky pet....
Lady Sassa
Queen of Sassa's Kinky Land!!!!!
ladysassa07@yahoo.com
dicklett's email address...
dicklett@imacuck.com
Dearest Lady Sassa,
Jeppers, your little dicklet gave me some attitude this morning. Damn thing woke me up again at 3:30. She was pissed. I hauled her little head right out of bed to have a heart to…whatever talk with her. She wanted to know why it was taken out of the birdcage, touched, but put back in before she got to orgasm. I broke the news to her that she had a new owner, named Lady Sassa. She obviously didn’t get the memo and she wasn’t happy about the change of management. I tried to explain to her using some change management techniques I learned in a business course, but she was not listening.
I showed her your picture that you have on your yahoo group and the one you have on niteflirt. That got her stand up and pay attention. The first thing she said was, “Oh my gosh…she is beautiful. She is hot! Do I get to fuck her?”
That is when I shook my head and said, “sorry, dicklet, but no.” She quickly asked, “Why not? And why to you keep calling me dicklet?”
I bit my lip and said, “I’ll answer the second question first. It will make things easier. Your new owner, Lady Sassa refers to you as a dicklet. You know little pigs are called piglets, so…hmmm…well, she says little dicks need to be referred to as dicklets.”
She quickly interrupted, “Wait a second, who is she calling a little dick?”
“Well,” I answered, “actually…you. You are a little dick, or dicklet as she calls it. And to be honest with you she says you are tiny. If it means anything to you, she now calls me dicklett…with 2 t’s. And this leads into the first question of why you don’t get to fuck her. Lady Sassa only likes to fuck big fat cocks. She says being so tiny, you just can’t satisfy her.”
“And you are happy with this new management?” the little dicklet asked.
“Well, look at her pictures. Isn’t she gorgeous. And she is smart and witty. She is fun to talk to,” I answered.
“I’m not too sure about this. I don’t think I like her,” the little dicket pouted.
I chuckled, “Ahhh, you probably aught to quit drooling while to say that. Now why don’t you like her?”
“Because she doesn’t like me and she wouldn’t let you play with me last night,” she said.
I quickly replied, “I never said she didn’t like you. In fact she thinks you are adorable and cute. She even has a picture of you on her refrigerator.”
“I would rather she thought I was big and fucked me. And why won’t she let you play with me?” she whined.
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