DIY: Cupcake Displays

So I became a fan of Pinterest and I like to think of myself as "crafty." So my best-friend was having a bouncing baby girl and I decided to be creative and make my own cupcake displays. Hope they come in handy!

 First get your materials ready.

Glue gun
glue sticks
your choice of ribbin
spray paint
scissors
pack of doily lace papers
Stand: I used paper rolls for my stands but you can use
anything as long as it's sturdy and will hold each plate.
Lids: I used stove covers, but any kind of flat, plate-like surface will work.

Spray paint your lids. As they dry, wrap your stand pieces with your ribbon and glue the ribbon down. Next glue the corners of your doilies to the plates. I found it easier to work my way from top to bottom by laying the top plate flat and level and gluing my top stand in the center. Then lay your middle plate right side down and glue the open side of your top stand to it. Laying the two levels right side down, glue your bottom stand in the middle of the bottom of your middle plate. Lay your bottom plate right side up and glue the open end of the bottom stand in the middle. Tah-Dah! You're done!

X Rated Date

I step out from the powder room and as I expect to find you sitting or standing waiting on my return so we could visit and perhaps see a film; I find darkness. A rush of fear crowds my senses. A hand reaches out and turns me on my heels, covering my mouth and holding me close by the tight grip around my arm.  Time stops it seems as no movement is made for several moments. I can nearly hear my heart beating as it tries to escape my stiffened chest. I can feel the hint of warm air which I had assumed was your breath until you confirmed it by lowering closer to me. Your hot moist breath burning my neck made me less tense as it felt like it were warming my entire body. You kiss my neck softly as you remove your hand from my mouth. My fear vanished and was replaced with excitement. The now free hand then trails itself to the hem of my dress then follows its thumb as it gently crawled up my inner thigh. A light brush of the longer fingertips on my panties sends a pulse through my body and my heat rises as you press my face against the wall. The hand firmly planted on my hip bone is now holding me steady as you grind your denim imprisoned passion between my cheeks. Letting go of my arm you begin to zip my dress down revealing each Arabic symbol. The red dress that I paraded around for you falls in a halo around my feet. As you plant one hand to grip my shoulder I feel the hustle of your knuckles unfastening your jeans. You slide them off along with your boxer briefs in one motion, kick them back and swiftly swing me around slamming me, back against the wall. You press your hard body against me; flesh burning flesh. We kissed as if our mouths were starving one another then you kissed and licked down from my lips to my panties. Slowly you slide them off when all a sudden your hands leave my body. For a few moments I stood there, blind and hot, naked in the dark and I can't feel your presence. With one startling move you swoop your arms around my tiny frame, grip a cheek with each hand and lift me into your embrace wrapping my legs around your waist. My lips swell from the intensity of our make out as you full force no warning introduce your passion into me. I hear a moan escape you that was caused from the pleasure of entry and the pain of my nails that clung into you. I keep my balance by holding your shoulders as my back stings raw from the friction against the wall. You carry me to the bed and as you slide me down I feel your kisses flowing down my stomach to my hips and then to my inner thighs were you made a playground for your teeth. You lightly bite me, some leaving bruises, then you tickle my fancy by pleasuring me. Right as I'm so close to reaching my Royal O you stop and thrust your manhood between my thighs and flip me straddling you. Guiding my hips back and forth your hands grip my hip bones one trailing up to caress my breast every so often. Our pace quickens as moans and deep breathes fill the room. Simultaneously ecstasy shoots from our insides as I arch my back, clenching my pelvic muscles and you dig your nails into each cheek sending vibrations of colors through my veins. I come back to reality, lean down and sweep soft kisses upon your chest. Drained and tired and smoldering with endorphins, I roll over to lay beside you in now tussled bedding. With no support of the pillows that are spread across the floor I turn my head to gaze into your eyes, Glazed over starring back at me you kiss me on the forehead and whisper sweet words to me. I respond with a warm smile and say "Now go fix me a sandwich." 

Buenos Noches my little chickens! Till I feed you another time!