*walks to the podium with thunderous applause echoing in her ears*
Thank you. Thank you very much. Today I would like to talk to you about my wicked thoughts. *CeCe clears her throat nervously and tries to focus on her notes swimming on the yellow legal pad* Um. Yeah. So Anyways. Thoughts. I have them. You have them. We all have them. *CeCe notices the crowd - filled with men with their pants around their ankles and their hands around their cocks are growing restless* Um. I have naughty ones. *she notices a few men pulling up their pants, putting their bottles of lotion away, standing and walking, defeated, to the exit.*

No - not a dream, really. Just a thought that came creeping into my mind as soon as I sat down to write this post. LOL! The PRESSURE.

So my family and I are going to see Wicked tonight. I’m not sure what it is about - except that it’s about Glenda the good witch - and the bad witch whatshername. Ethel? LOL. I don’t know. I’m really excited going, because it is a Musical. And we all should know just how much I love musicals. If you don’t know … now you know.

I just crawled out of bed not too long ago though and got to thinking about the whole wizard of oz thing. And instantly - like I usually do when I’m a bit on the horny side, I guess - started thinking about making the wizard of oz into a type of naughty fantasy. I started thinking about me - auditioning to be in the wizard of oz - and getting the play. The director - a kind elderly man - is obvious and rightfully enchanted by me - but he is also majorly impressed with my acting skills. During the dress rehearsal one evening I notice that the director of the play has pulled everyone, but me, aside and has spoke to them at great length. I think that maybe it’s some added direction - and await my turn - which never comes. The play is going well during the rehearsal. I’m remembering all my lines - and my voice - I have to admit - is SUPERB. When I find myself in front of the great and powerful OZ - things start to change. While the OZ is speaking to me about getting home - lines start coming out of his mouth that don’t sound quite right. He tells me if I want to go home that I will need to fuck my way back and tells me that I need to start now. I look out to the director who has suddenly disappeared from his seat. I feel the furry hands of the Lion around my waist - pulling me downstage and laying me on my back. He pulls my legs apart - reaches into his costume and starts pounding me right there on the stage while the Tin Man lubricates my little tits with his oil can.

I haven’t even finished the fantasy in my head yet - but isn’t it exciting so far - (or is it just me? lol!). I know at the end the director has his way with me and before he sends me home wishes me luck for the performance. Of course I tell him that I won’t tell my parents a thing about what happened if he promises to do whatever I say for a very very long time!

Ok. I gotta run and masturbate now - wish I could wait for you to call me so we could do it together - but I’m not going to be on until later on this evening and I can’t - I simply CAN NOT wait that long!!!