I am nude and completely upright, buried to the waist in activated charcoal inside a bronze urn, when a supple yet buxom attendant dressed only in a virgin killer sweater gently feeds me ketamine and whispers praise in my ear until I lose consciousness, at which point he, she, or they fit my CPAP mask
Just a rebloggin gal.
- She/her
- Maybe one day, I will learn to Post... Please be 18+ when following.
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in reply to @bruno's post:
Oh dang, you get praise? Luckyyyy. Mine only whispers degrading comments about me wasting my potential... :/