So, I’ve never been completely satisfied with my ass. My body in general isn’t what a lot of people would consider attractive. I can accept that, but I hate, hate, hate my flat ass…
I want a booty that could even bring in straight boys and alpha males to pound me all night long. I know that getting this will cost a heavy price, but whatever it is, I’m willing to pay it.
Hi, Pink Fairy. Can you help me out? I’m a big hulk of a guy: 6ft. 6in. of brawny, dominant-looking muscle.
Every time I go out in public, walking down the street, on the train, in a coffee shop, I get guys staring at me. Sometimes, they’re snapping pictures. It’s getting tiresome and boring. I just wish everyone else was huge and dominant-looking and I was the small guy for once. See if they like being stared at.
So… I had a fun weekend! Hours wasted being questioned in an interrogation room. Don’t know who they work for but it’s clear the pair of pious pricks are after every shred of information about a twink in pink and giant in purple. Tracking down anyone that might have crossed their path. Most, I guess are too stupid to use their brains for answers. The others send them packing. But they’re determined.
Hey, I’m just about to finish sixth form and I’ve always had a huge amount of pressure on me, especially with my final exams coming up, because I’m know for being a smart guy so everyone expects the best from me. I’m so tired of people assuming I’m smart and expecting me to do well in everything. I wish people would look at me differently. Could you help?
I have a problem and I think the Purple Fairy can help. I don’t really have sex with my boyfriend because he is really small down there and he’s way too nice. Could you make him hung like a horse and an extremely dominant top? I’m ready to pay the price, whatever it takes.
Hey Purple Fairy!
I met my husband in college when we were both pretty young and newly out. He was a hot little track star and I was an up and comer on the football team. But, we both loved the outdoors and after a few perfect weekends together it was evident to both of us that we belonged together. I loved his fresh, lean body and boyish charm.
I’ve always been a big guy: 6’3” and muscular from my years of lifting weights. Puberty hit me early and hard, making me well hung and nicely furry to boot. So when I met Tad it was fun exploring his tight, smooth body and cute little 5” dick.
Ten years later we are still in love, but I guess I had always expected that Tad would…I don’t know…mature a bit along the way. My buff college frame is still in great shape, but I’m a bit broader and my face has a few extra lines. But Tad is just as boyish and twinky as he was the day I met him.
I don’t want to change who Tad is, but part of me is slightly bored with being the only “manly” one in the relationship. Always lifting the heavy bags, always expected to do the manual chores…always being the top.
Clive thinks he’s smarter than everyone, even a genie. Turns out, not really.
Hey, Purple Fairy. I don’t know if you guys work with straight guys or not, but I heard some guys talking about you and I wanted to get in touch. I’m a bodybuilder. I love building muscle and getting bigger. And I’ll do anything I can to grow.
And just know: I don’t have any problem with gay guys! I mean, they love my muscles and I get off on being worshipped. I even work a couple of nights during the week at a gay bar dancing and sometimes bartending.
I don’t mind the customers asking to feel my muscles in return for a nice tip, or arranging to meet for a more private, more naked session where they can really feel my body up. They just can’t touch the junk, because I don’t swing that way and I’m big enough to break any of them in two if they try. But hey…the money I get from them pays for my supplements…and that fuels my growth.
So, as I said, I’ll do anything. Will you help me grow?
Hey… I wanna become a cowboy stripper but I’m not sure what to wear, what to say, or even how to act. I know it sounds strange but it’s my passion.
I heard a rumor about a guy… The story changes every time, but it goes like this.
The guy takes something. It’s either a pill, a drink, or some sort of potion. He doesn’t notice anything wrong at first, until his clothes just… disappear. Then, a speedo appears on him. He can’t take it off. Well, he can, but whenever he tries another new speedo just shows up around his crotch.
People kind of notice the fact that there’s this guy just walking around wearing a speedo, but no one really questions it or says anything about it.
I heard that you know a lot of shit about this stuff… Do you… Do you know what happens when someone puts on one of the speedos that the guy has taken off?