MrBlankets

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The one of the guy bound in the green sleeping bag is AI generated.

I use several AI engines.

I pay for the one I use most, Gemini Pro. It gives me the best generated images and videos.

The huge blanket had become a living, breathing extension of Alex's deepest desires, a lover that knew him better than he knew himself. The soft sheepskin fur caressed his skin with the finesse of a thousand feathers, its vibrations setting his body alight with pleasure. As the fleecy hairs grew denser around his throbbing member, the pressure built, coaxing him to the brink of another climax.

"Oh, gods," he murmured, his voice muffled by the thick fur. The blanket responded, its fibers tightening and releasing in a rhythm that mimicked the most skilled of human touches. Alex writhed within its embrace, his body a playground for the wool's insistent ministrations.

The orgasm that crashed over him was unlike any he had ever experienced. It was a symphony of sensations that seemed to last an eternity, echoing through every cell in his body. As he lay there, panting and completely spent, the furry blanket slowly retreated, leaving him feeling both satisfied and eerily connected to the ancient artifact.

Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself increasingly enveloped by the blanket's spell. It became his confidant, his lover, his everything. The outside world receded, and his once busy life as a successful investor was replaced by a singular focus: the pursuit of pleasure within the embrace of his magical lover.

As time passed, Alex began to crave more than the physical rapture the blanket provided. He yearned for conversation, for the touch of human skin, for the warmth of shared laughter. The magic blanket, ever responsive to his desires, began to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, its fibers shifting to form the semblance of a face, a mouth that moved with each tender word. It was a distant substitute for human companionship, but it was enough to keep him entwined in its grip.

The apartment grew still, the once vibrant space now a silent shrine to his obsession. The outside world had forgotten Alex, lost in the depths of his self-imposed exile. Yet, in the heart of his solitude, he felt a strange contentment, a sense that he had found his true purpose.

The Magic Egyptian Blanket. From an early age, Alex has been fascinated with blankets. His earliest memories were of being swaddled in his grandmother’s densely woven wool blankets, feeling the warmth and security they provided. As he grew older, his passion for blankets only deepened. He would spend hours exploring different textures of natural wool fibers, dreaming of the day he could build his own collection. Now in his mid-twenties, Alex is a successful investor thanks to his father's stock market teachings, and he works from home and lives in a quaint, cozy house on the outskirts of the city. His home is a testament to his love for wool blankets. He has rooms full of the biggest, thickest, and fluffiest, most expensive imported blankets, made from the finest wool fibers like lambswool, cashmere, yak wool, alpaca, camel hair, and pure silk pile fleece.

Every room is adorned with the softest, heaviest, and thickest blankets he could find. From luxurious cashmere throws to plush sheepskin rugs and huge camelhair wool blankets, Alex’s collection is both impressive and comforting.

One day, while browsing through an old antiques store, Alex’s eyes were drawn to a massive blanket taking up a significant amount of space on a high shelf. This blanket was unlike any he has ever seen. One side was embroidered with intricate Egyptian designs and glyphs over densely woven but incredibly soft wool, while the other side was made of the softest, thickest sheepskin fur, so fluffy and fleecy that it seemed to invite him to touch it.

The store owner, an elderly man with a knowing smile, saw how captivated he was, and he told Alex about the blanket’s history. It had been handed down through generations in ancient Egypt, from an important pharaoh to another for many centuries. Despite its old age, the blanket was in incredible pristine condition, as if it had just been woven out of the loom the day before. The owner mentions that the blanket was believed to have magical powers, and its incredible softness is almost otherworldly.

Alex can’t take his eyes off the blanket, as if he was mesmerized by it. As soon as he touched it, he felt a strange connection, as if the blanket knew his innermost thoughts and wishes. The thick, furry sheepskin seemed to move, almost as if it had a life of its own. Alex felt the fibers growing and attaching to his skin, sending a shiver of excitement and arousal through him.

The store owner warned Alex to be careful, as the blanket’s magic powers could get him in trouble, and one could easily get lost in it. But Alex was already captivated. He felt a strong attachment to the blanket and knew he had to have it, so he begged the store owner to sell it to him, no matter the price, but incredibly, the old man told him that he was glad that the blanket had found a man who was so fond of blankets, and that he felt it would take good care of him, and told him he can have it for free.

Alex couldn't believe his ears. He felt so highly aroused by this incredible blanket, and without a second thought, he thanked the old man and walked away with the humongous blanket in his arms. 

The blanket seemed to come  alive when he brought it home to his bedroom. The first instinct in Alex’s mind was to remove all his clothes and wrap himself tightly in it, the soft fur caressing his bare skin and bringing him so much pleasure. The combination of immobility and arousing softness made him feel overpowered, and he tried to unwrap himself from it as the warmth was engulfing him, but he couldn't find the ends of the blanket. It seemed to have fused itself into a constricting cocoon of incredible softness, but also keeping him completely unable to move, and as he opened his mouth to shout, he felt the soft fleece fibers invade his mouth, growing into a soft wad that fully filled every cavity and formed a kind of mouthguard that surrounded his teeth and gums and a tongue sheath formed to envelop and paralyze his tongue, and at first he panicked, but when he realized he could still breathe, he let the magic fur blanket continue wrapping itself around every nook and cranny of his body.