It’s starting to get a little chilly, Craftsmate.
Bundling up is an absolute necessity.
A hat helps keep the head and ears warm.
Just a thought.
taunt
This is one of my favorite games.
I like to play a little game, when you can’t speak. It’s a mean little game, but I find it amusing. You find it infuriating. That’s quite possibly what amuses me so about it, but then I always was a sucker for your reactions.
I like to talk to you, hold long conversations when your only input is the most monosyllabic of moans, perhaps a ‘uh uh’ if you really try. So I do your half of the conversation for you, because I’m generous like that.
“You know, the way you’re looking at me, it’s almost like you like being tied up and gagged like this. Do you like it?” You fix me with a piercing, angry gaze, all furrowed brows and needles for eyes.
“You mean you do? Oh that’s wonderful news. We should keep you like this more often then! I’d hate to get in the way of you and your passions.”
And so forth. It’s just a little game, but it’s one I enjoy ever so much.
Won’t you indulge me?
If you hold me down and taunt me, I will melt. Seriously. Real science. I will melt like a figurine under a microscope on a sunny day. Not a sexy image? I don’t care.
If you lean in whilst taunting me and whisper it in my ear, I am done. Literally done. It’s just one of those things that makes me so hot. Regardless of the other details. Especially if you’re telling me what’s going on/what you’re going to do. Amazing.
And that second set of hands? Yum. The possibilities are endless.
A celebration of one of my favorite moves: The face grab-lean in-taunt.