In the end, we couldn't come to an agreement on which dress I'd wear, not that it mattered much. My visit to the Felt Manor was as unexpected as it was unforgetta8le. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. ::::) Here's my contri8ution to #MaidDressMonday.
I liked that little trick you pulled at Rose's cookout. Let's talk soon. ::::)
good fucking mercy. someone havwe mercy on an old pusher. it ticks towvwards an imploding death just looking at this wvwoman. do you need a foot rub? or perhaps a large man that can carry you so you don't havwe to trouble yourself wvwith wvwalking?
There you are. I was 8eginning to wonder if you'd somehow wandered off someplace far from my corner of paradox space... Did I scare you off? We 8oth know that mercy isn't my style, dear Orphaner. 8ut do feel free to 8eg me for it; I don't tire of hearing that from you. As I won't of having you pick me up now and then. :::;)
holyshit...
Hello to you too, Roro. Is something amiss? ::::)
just enjoyin the view, maam ;)
Aw, I'm glad it pleases you. I've 8een thinking of wearing this more often. Perhaps you'll get to admire it in person sometime. :::;)
not at all. i'm old, you see. i havwe trouble remembering to check my palmhusk or my comms, from time to time. nevwer let yourself think you havwe scared me off. i don't scare. i simply get too wvwounded to stand, and once i muster back up the strength i stand again. i can beg, but not in comments. i like the wvway that outfit looks on you, although it's a little bit servwile. don't get me wvwrong, my mind is racing to the things wvwe can do wvwith you as my "maid"- but i think i'd truly enjoy more the sight of you and your seductivwe legs atop a throne. blood, skulls, or perhaps just the cold metal of order. powvwer. the kind i knowvw you harbor inside you like a spider harbors silk behind her spinnerets.
You do look good when you're 8leeding 8eneath me. Stunning. And, as interesting as that sounds... Perhaps that is something we shouldn't discuss here. We'll see a8out making your fantasies come true in priv8, hm? Let's leave something to the imagination, dear. It's how we met, remem8er?
as alwvways, the lady is right. your grandeur and sensibilities are as rich as your blood. i remember that taste. tastes quite nice. i'vwe got a little bite mark on my shoulder that misses you.