Now for all who know me Sensual Sunday Stories are created to heat up a boring Sunday with a little spice and sensuallity. This is the start of a new story and thus lack a little spice. The title is one you all know but I can tell you the story will be my own, based on the wooden Puppet who wanted to be a boy. Care to join me and see where this will take us? Hope you enjoy the read.
Sensual Sunday, Pinocchio! String 1
He was lonely after his wife had passed away and he spend the sad moments carving wood. Creating all kinds of toys for the children of the village. The only sound that filled the room was the crackling of the fire creating orange sparks. They wished for children, but life as not been kind with their wish and dreams. And all this time Gepetto never lost his smile. He was a kind man who enjoyed seeing kids play with his creations.
So every time he wasn’t making a toy for the shop he was carefully carving what started to look like a boy marionette. In his eyes a bolt of lightning was burning, one of desire and old wishes. With great care he held the small hand with four little knobby fingers and tied the rope around its wrist. Four strings for the limbs and one for the head. With the end of the wires tied to the cross he made the boy dance a little on floor leaving little steps and slides in the layer of sawdust.
Before going to bed on this cold night Gepetto held the puppet up in the dim candle light near his working bench. And stared into the painted eyes. “It is the best I could do for a son Martha, I am sorry he is not a real son of ours but I made him according to your dreams of what Our son would look like. Ad I call him Pinocchio.”
He laid down the puppet and blew out the candle and picks up the second to take to his bed. And as he left the shop a small blue light flutters through the window as if it never existed. Swirls of blue light and sparks fall to the floor and start to shape from the ground up. The glow lit up the entire room but no one would see it as everyone in town was sleeping.
Well, all but one that is. A small cricket woke up blinded by the light. He was Jiminy, who took up a snug corner of the shop to hide from the cold and snow outside. With some leaps from chair to bench he sat on the corner and saw a woman stand in the middle of the shop. Her dress sparkles like a diamond short enough to see her firm thighs stretching out into some fine formed calves. In her hand waving a wand.
Giminy jumps a little closer and sees her play with the wooden puppet. Her hands gently stroking around the rounded arms and tap the little knobs for fingers. “You created a marvel Gepetto and life has not been kind on you, so let me grand you, your wish.”
“From wood you are created and fires you will start, come to life Pinocchio and lets see if your worth a heart.”
The cricket sees her luscious pink lips lean towards the wooden doll and kiss it softly on the nose. Shortly after the puppet shook up and stood there without anyone pulling its strings. “Where, what am I?” The puppet spoke and clumsy feel to his bum, unable to keep balance just yet without help.