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Confessions of a Skull Mask - Supervert
Posted 9 years ago
A short story by the brilliant Supervert (part of Necrophilia Variations). The story examines the relationship between love and death, told through the personification of death itself. Beautifully written and eerily romantic, it reads like a love story and leaves you questioning mortality.
We were at a party, you and I, in celebration of a long-forgotten cause for joy. There was raucous drinking. The party pushed on into the darkest hours of the night. Somebody brought out a video camera to tape the merrymaking. Your boyfriend was seated at a table with some other men, drinking. And you were there beside him, with your hand on his thigh. The camera came and exhorted you all to be witty for posterity. Jokes were made. Funny faces and obscene gestures were directed at the camera. I happened to be lying on the table. Your boyfriend picked me up, slipped his face into mine, put the cheap rubber band around the back of his head. He and I mugged for the camera together. For a moment, he was death personified as a drunk man. Or was I an inebriated reaper of souls?
You, my darling, leaned over and—performing for the camera—pushed your tongue through my plastic mouth and into his. You were tongue-kissing the personification of death. I could feel your breath, share your alcoholic saliva. Your friends all cheered. The Kiss ended—but then, sweetness, you couldn’t pull your tongue back out through my face. My plastic lips had caught it tight, like a chinese finger trap. You winced, pulled, made a sort of open-mouthed, gargling cry. The men at the table laughed and jeered. Finally you managed to extract your little muscle of love, but not without cutting it on the sharp edge of my lips. Afterward the videotape clearly showed sweet blood on your tongue.
If you’d been sober, you might have found it symbolic. You can kiss somebody else’s spouse and get away with it. You can kiss a member of the same sex with near impunity. You can give an incestuous kiss on the sly. You can tongue-kiss a dog or exchange raptures with lab rats. But you can’t kiss death without death kissing you back. Death is a passionate kisser. I bite your lips, chew your tongue, leave a little taste of blood in your mouth as a portent of things to come. If I were to kiss you between the legs, you’d see a little blood there too and think that your period had come early. But it wouldn’t be your menses, lover. It would be your ruination, a death’s head with your clitoris in its mouth.
Death is mad about you. Death loves you. Do you love me too? I’m not needy, but I enjoy intimacy—especially with you, darling. Go ahead. Slip your face into mine. I like to feel your warm lips in my inert visage. I like to feel your eyelashes tickling my empty old sockets. One day I’ll slip my face into yours too, and then we’ll experience another sort of intimacy. I’ll be inside you, like a lover. I’ll kiss you from the inside, and it will feel like catching a chill. You’ll get goose bumps up your thigs and shivers down your spine. I’ll whisk you to my wormy bed and we’ll lie there nestled in each other’s arms, or at least so long as you have arms. And even then, when you are hideous dust, I will remain true. I am death and when I love you, it’s forever.
And why shouldn’t you love me back? I know that sometimes you fantasize about me. You lie in bed at night wondering how and when I will come, and what I’ll look like when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire? A skeleton? A ghost? You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you. “There, there,” I say, kissing your tears away. “I’ll make those awful things go away. Life won’t be a burden to you anymore. I promise.”
I pull back the curtain to reveal a wonderful new world—a party, a riot, a ball. It’s the costume affair, Mardi Gras, the Halloween festival, the Day of the Dead, and it’s enormous fun to prance around on the arm of inevitable doom. Life is short! Seize the day! Go ahead, darling. Slip me on. Pretend you’re me. Eat, drink, and be merry. What do you think I do? I’m death, and I laugh and make merry too. I dance with skeletons and make goblets out of skulls—to drink from the cranium, you should know, is very fine. When your brains are gone, what nobler substitute could there be than wine?
Death-drunk—mortality-mad—overdose on necrotic narcotic—tongue the skull—laugh in the mask—tempt fate—dance—flirt with the fatal—giggle at the grotesque—get down with the death’s heads—kiss the dirt from the cadaver’s lips—laugh—drink—dance—dissevered heads know how to party—skeletons rock—bones get it on—when you’re a skull and your brain is gone, you’ve got every excuse. You can’t say you knew better because you had nothing to know with. I am the justification, the skull mask says, for the time of your life.
Everybody in a circle. Join hands and sing out loud, “We all die.”
Posted 9 years ago
A short story by the brilliant Supervert (part of Necrophilia Variations). The story examines the relationship between love and death, told through the personification of death itself. Beautifully written and eerily romantic, it reads like a love story and leaves you questioning mortality.
We were at a party, you and I, in celebration of a long-forgotten cause for joy. There was raucous drinking. The party pushed on into the darkest hours of the night. Somebody brought out a video camera to tape the merrymaking. Your boyfriend was seated at a table with some other men, drinking. And you were there beside him, with your hand on his thigh. The camera came and exhorted you all to be witty for posterity. Jokes were made. Funny faces and obscene gestures were directed at the camera. I happened to be lying on the table. Your boyfriend picked me up, slipped his face into mine, put the cheap rubber band around the back of his head. He and I mugged for the camera together. For a moment, he was death personified as a drunk man. Or was I an inebriated reaper of souls?
You, my darling, leaned over and—performing for the camera—pushed your tongue through my plastic mouth and into his. You were tongue-kissing the personification of death. I could feel your breath, share your alcoholic saliva. Your friends all cheered. The Kiss ended—but then, sweetness, you couldn’t pull your tongue back out through my face. My plastic lips had caught it tight, like a chinese finger trap. You winced, pulled, made a sort of open-mouthed, gargling cry. The men at the table laughed and jeered. Finally you managed to extract your little muscle of love, but not without cutting it on the sharp edge of my lips. Afterward the videotape clearly showed sweet blood on your tongue.
If you’d been sober, you might have found it symbolic. You can kiss somebody else’s spouse and get away with it. You can kiss a member of the same sex with near impunity. You can give an incestuous kiss on the sly. You can tongue-kiss a dog or exchange raptures with lab rats. But you can’t kiss death without death kissing you back. Death is a passionate kisser. I bite your lips, chew your tongue, leave a little taste of blood in your mouth as a portent of things to come. If I were to kiss you between the legs, you’d see a little blood there too and think that your period had come early. But it wouldn’t be your menses, lover. It would be your ruination, a death’s head with your clitoris in its mouth.
Death is mad about you. Death loves you. Do you love me too? I’m not needy, but I enjoy intimacy—especially with you, darling. Go ahead. Slip your face into mine. I like to feel your warm lips in my inert visage. I like to feel your eyelashes tickling my empty old sockets. One day I’ll slip my face into yours too, and then we’ll experience another sort of intimacy. I’ll be inside you, like a lover. I’ll kiss you from the inside, and it will feel like catching a chill. You’ll get goose bumps up your thigs and shivers down your spine. I’ll whisk you to my wormy bed and we’ll lie there nestled in each other’s arms, or at least so long as you have arms. And even then, when you are hideous dust, I will remain true. I am death and when I love you, it’s forever.
And why shouldn’t you love me back? I know that sometimes you fantasize about me. You lie in bed at night wondering how and when I will come, and what I’ll look like when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire? A skeleton? A ghost? You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you. “There, there,” I say, kissing your tears away. “I’ll make those awful things go away. Life won’t be a burden to you anymore. I promise.”
I pull back the curtain to reveal a wonderful new world—a party, a riot, a ball. It’s the costume affair, Mardi Gras, the Halloween festival, the Day of the Dead, and it’s enormous fun to prance around on the arm of inevitable doom. Life is short! Seize the day! Go ahead, darling. Slip me on. Pretend you’re me. Eat, drink, and be merry. What do you think I do? I’m death, and I laugh and make merry too. I dance with skeletons and make goblets out of skulls—to drink from the cranium, you should know, is very fine. When your brains are gone, what nobler substitute could there be than wine?
Death-drunk—mortality-mad—overdose on necrotic narcotic—tongue the skull—laugh in the mask—tempt fate—dance—flirt with the fatal—giggle at the grotesque—get down with the death’s heads—kiss the dirt from the cadaver’s lips—laugh—drink—dance—dissevered heads know how to party—skeletons rock—bones get it on—when you’re a skull and your brain is gone, you’ve got every excuse. You can’t say you knew better because you had nothing to know with. I am the justification, the skull mask says, for the time of your life.
Everybody in a circle. Join hands and sing out loud, “We all die.”
Ravenloft
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The more you know! I thought it was from stress!
I hope the link works, it's far to complicated to explain, and way more funny to see the look on the woman's face!
You know... It might just be stress... Stress eating?!
I hope the link works, it's far to complicated to explain, and way more funny to see the look on the woman's face!
You know... It might just be stress... Stress eating?!
Ravenloft
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I have this idea for a story, about a rogue with a traveling companion who is a female dervish dancer, and they love each other, but she will never dance for him. She dances for kings and theives, but never for him. He cheats on her and finally, she dances for him, leaving him blinded. He uses it to become a master thief and tries to find her but never can until one day, in his final years, he smells her, he hears her jingling belts, and knows it's a daughter he never knew. And she takes him to her one last time.
To expand, these dancing women have a gift, from birth, they take a vow of silence when they come of she to understand the importance of it. They are what I would call this mixture of druid and monk. They can grow claws and fangs and have a spirit animal that they grow to imitate. They can speak at will with that one kind of animal. They dance only for those who are unworthy of the dance as the final part of it leaves the viewer blind. Think of them as chaos monks or wild monks. Anitmonks if you will.
The vow of silence, if broken during their dance will mean the forfieture of their powers and gifts and they will be compelled to concieve a daughter with the one they have broken silence with. That child will be raised to become her replacement, slowly imparting her gifts to the child as it grows. It is very heart breaking.
I think there should be some sort of moment where the two of them receive a reading or devisionary premonition of the events that will tear them apart and the dancer will run off to cry, fully understanding what it means, leaving the man confused and lost. Leaving him vulnerable to the exact thing that will cause them to be torn apart.
Ultimately, the daughter will be the one to bring them back together. The man will be blind, but very, very skilled in the arts of thievery. Not one to be messed with. But still not any sort of god. Just very skilled but absolutely blind. The dancer will have grown more frail, all her bloodline powers passing down to her daughter, but not weak by any means. She would still retain all the phisical, mental and spiritual strength of a life long dancer.
To expand, these dancing women have a gift, from birth, they take a vow of silence when they come of she to understand the importance of it. They are what I would call this mixture of druid and monk. They can grow claws and fangs and have a spirit animal that they grow to imitate. They can speak at will with that one kind of animal. They dance only for those who are unworthy of the dance as the final part of it leaves the viewer blind. Think of them as chaos monks or wild monks. Anitmonks if you will.
The vow of silence, if broken during their dance will mean the forfieture of their powers and gifts and they will be compelled to concieve a daughter with the one they have broken silence with. That child will be raised to become her replacement, slowly imparting her gifts to the child as it grows. It is very heart breaking.
I think there should be some sort of moment where the two of them receive a reading or devisionary premonition of the events that will tear them apart and the dancer will run off to cry, fully understanding what it means, leaving the man confused and lost. Leaving him vulnerable to the exact thing that will cause them to be torn apart.
Ultimately, the daughter will be the one to bring them back together. The man will be blind, but very, very skilled in the arts of thievery. Not one to be messed with. But still not any sort of god. Just very skilled but absolutely blind. The dancer will have grown more frail, all her bloodline powers passing down to her daughter, but not weak by any means. She would still retain all the phisical, mental and spiritual strength of a life long dancer.
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Another idea I have been mulling over in my head, now with a connection to the dervish and the blind rogue.
A dwindling village has been a few villagers every month for the past eight months, including a priestess of the light named Tallulah Rae, for whom the church of the light would call on a cleric or paladin of the order to come and help champion a search and rescue operation, or in the worst case scenario, the recovery of her remains.
The only son of the widowed Lady Cantrue Dupont, who will pay handsomely for her childs return, and show favor upon any knight or holy man who can bring her boy back alive.
The retired adventurer and father of the very stressed out and heart broken daughter left to run the villages only tavern. She can only offer a grand feast/party for the heroes, if they can bring her father back to her, so she can go back to being the happy, care free young woman, she used to be.
Various other villagers that are important to the village, but with little to nothing they can offer for their return. A blacksmith, a herbalist, a bard perhaps. Who might offer something in recompence, or provide their best for the grand feast/party. Lesser members of the village that, at best, would always offer shelter and share their meager meals with the heroes, should they stick around or every return to stay or in passing in the future. They all will do their best, within their means to make the heroes feel welcome for helping them return to their lives.
The place they must go is an underground dungeon, thought abandoned for generations, only now, it holds the den of an unwilling medusa, being forced by a geas to serve her tormentor, a lich lord, Casius *Mumble mumble, I have a full name written down somewhere* This mother fucker it Evil with a capital E, but so smooth, you might actually like him, but that is the worst mistake you'll ever make!
He has captured Tallulah, and killed the rest of her party, but death is too good for her, he curses her, strips her of her light and puts a geas on her to serve him! The curse is a deep and complicated spell that no one can easily undo, she is turned into the medusa, and the geas forces her to serve him. She doesn't want to and will defy him if it ever even looks as though someone might be able to get her out of this hell that she is in.
The moment she senses the new party enter her dungeon, she will purposefully defy Casius, and take all that psychic damage his geas will inflict upon her mind. Leaving her near to death, with deep mental scars, as she has probably done so at least once or twice before, with other parties, only to be met with frustration and failure, when no one can ever make it to her chambers, where she is in terrible pain and would be an all too easy kill. Vulnerable and begging for either salvation or death!
This is where the blind rogue would be essential as part of the party, he would recognize her pain and offer to help her, fight his own party if he has to, to keep her safe from them. The goal is to see her be freed and for them to meet and confront the lich in the final room, his throne room. He will manifest there, as a two way conversational image, he won't attack nor can he be attacked, he will simply observe the party and his broken servant, congratulating her on breaking his bondage, but warning her that she will most likely never be freed from her medusa curse. Taunting her over it.
He will turn to each adventurer and immediately pick out their greatest vulnerabilities and weaknesses, but remain extremely polite and conversational with each of them. The knight/holy man, he will have a very 'special' interest in and 'reward' for. Im hoping for a young female tiefling warlock who might have a dark patron, that the lich will also take a 'special' interest in, seeing the darkness in her and using subtle to not so subtle manipulations upon her to mess with her mind.
One or two other characters would be nice, but I have no idea what to create or suggest for such, as of yet, unknown characters. I'd leave that to anyone truly interested in this idea to suggest something they would enjoy to play.
At any point, if the Lich happens to cause a tpk or to have only the warlock girl left alive, he would manifest, bring HER back to life and instruct her to take the others to be resurrected, giving her enough of his own personal treasure to afford having that done. He doesn't want them to die, he wants to twist an torment them all, for his own amusement. I did say he was evil, right?
Anyone digging this as much as I am?
A dwindling village has been a few villagers every month for the past eight months, including a priestess of the light named Tallulah Rae, for whom the church of the light would call on a cleric or paladin of the order to come and help champion a search and rescue operation, or in the worst case scenario, the recovery of her remains.
The only son of the widowed Lady Cantrue Dupont, who will pay handsomely for her childs return, and show favor upon any knight or holy man who can bring her boy back alive.
The retired adventurer and father of the very stressed out and heart broken daughter left to run the villages only tavern. She can only offer a grand feast/party for the heroes, if they can bring her father back to her, so she can go back to being the happy, care free young woman, she used to be.
Various other villagers that are important to the village, but with little to nothing they can offer for their return. A blacksmith, a herbalist, a bard perhaps. Who might offer something in recompence, or provide their best for the grand feast/party. Lesser members of the village that, at best, would always offer shelter and share their meager meals with the heroes, should they stick around or every return to stay or in passing in the future. They all will do their best, within their means to make the heroes feel welcome for helping them return to their lives.
The place they must go is an underground dungeon, thought abandoned for generations, only now, it holds the den of an unwilling medusa, being forced by a geas to serve her tormentor, a lich lord, Casius *Mumble mumble, I have a full name written down somewhere* This mother fucker it Evil with a capital E, but so smooth, you might actually like him, but that is the worst mistake you'll ever make!
He has captured Tallulah, and killed the rest of her party, but death is too good for her, he curses her, strips her of her light and puts a geas on her to serve him! The curse is a deep and complicated spell that no one can easily undo, she is turned into the medusa, and the geas forces her to serve him. She doesn't want to and will defy him if it ever even looks as though someone might be able to get her out of this hell that she is in.
The moment she senses the new party enter her dungeon, she will purposefully defy Casius, and take all that psychic damage his geas will inflict upon her mind. Leaving her near to death, with deep mental scars, as she has probably done so at least once or twice before, with other parties, only to be met with frustration and failure, when no one can ever make it to her chambers, where she is in terrible pain and would be an all too easy kill. Vulnerable and begging for either salvation or death!
This is where the blind rogue would be essential as part of the party, he would recognize her pain and offer to help her, fight his own party if he has to, to keep her safe from them. The goal is to see her be freed and for them to meet and confront the lich in the final room, his throne room. He will manifest there, as a two way conversational image, he won't attack nor can he be attacked, he will simply observe the party and his broken servant, congratulating her on breaking his bondage, but warning her that she will most likely never be freed from her medusa curse. Taunting her over it.
He will turn to each adventurer and immediately pick out their greatest vulnerabilities and weaknesses, but remain extremely polite and conversational with each of them. The knight/holy man, he will have a very 'special' interest in and 'reward' for. Im hoping for a young female tiefling warlock who might have a dark patron, that the lich will also take a 'special' interest in, seeing the darkness in her and using subtle to not so subtle manipulations upon her to mess with her mind.
One or two other characters would be nice, but I have no idea what to create or suggest for such, as of yet, unknown characters. I'd leave that to anyone truly interested in this idea to suggest something they would enjoy to play.
At any point, if the Lich happens to cause a tpk or to have only the warlock girl left alive, he would manifest, bring HER back to life and instruct her to take the others to be resurrected, giving her enough of his own personal treasure to afford having that done. He doesn't want them to die, he wants to twist an torment them all, for his own amusement. I did say he was evil, right?
Anyone digging this as much as I am?
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*Shouting into the void*
Is anyone out there?
Le sigh...
So I have been reading a magazine called Sage Women and the issue I picked up was "The Passion of Fire" Its been a fantastic read, its made me laugh and cry.
Every article has given me something to think about and I've discovered so many new (To me) women to admire.
I intend to share my copy with a few of my loved ones, because there was a little bit in this issue for each and every one of them, that I know they need to hear.
It's done me a world of good, reading it, now, as is my nature, I intend to share the power of it with others.
Im also going to get back issues and subscribe as soon as I can afford to.
I'm hungry for more.
Is anyone out there?
Le sigh...
So I have been reading a magazine called Sage Women and the issue I picked up was "The Passion of Fire" Its been a fantastic read, its made me laugh and cry.
Every article has given me something to think about and I've discovered so many new (To me) women to admire.
I intend to share my copy with a few of my loved ones, because there was a little bit in this issue for each and every one of them, that I know they need to hear.
It's done me a world of good, reading it, now, as is my nature, I intend to share the power of it with others.
Im also going to get back issues and subscribe as soon as I can afford to.
I'm hungry for more.
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First self Tarot/chakra reading
Root - 2 of swords/u, 9of wands/r
Sacral - queen of pentacles/u
Solar plexus - wheel of fortune/r, 7 of swords/u, Justice/r
Heart - heirophant/r, moon/r
Throat - lovers/r, hanged man/r
Third eye - ace of pentacles/u
Crown - queen of swords/u, 3 of cups/u
Root - 2 of swords/u, 9of wands/r
Sacral - queen of pentacles/u
Solar plexus - wheel of fortune/r, 7 of swords/u, Justice/r
Heart - heirophant/r, moon/r
Throat - lovers/r, hanged man/r
Third eye - ace of pentacles/u
Crown - queen of swords/u, 3 of cups/u
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*sneaks in undetected*
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Lol! As if! I see you there young lady!
Congratulations! You're like the first person to show themselves here in like... Forever!
I'm glad to have some company!
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lol thanks! I haven’t talked to you in awhile thought I’d drop by 
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Thank you, how have you been?lol thanks! I haven’t talked to you in awhile thought I’d drop by
Written anything fun recently?
I've been getting back into it.
The Dance, one of my newest threads is moving right along.
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Hey there, Raven! I'm thinking about posting a picture of my boob for my sig. pic. What do you think? And I didn't even know you had a loft, you sneaky lil devil you!
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Hi there twisty!
Who in their right mind would try to talk you out of such a fantastic idea?
"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. T'would be a pity to hide yours!"
Altered the line for clarity in this situation!
It wouldn't be as cozy if I let everyone know it was here...
It's also more fun to stumble across it like you did, isn't it?
Oh, if only you knew how devilish I was... Demonic seduction by way of Incubus visitations is one of my favorite tropes!
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Well then, go on out there and read to your heart's contentment! There are lots of incubus stories out there! Trust me, I would know! I may not read them, but I sure do see them when I'm looking for werewolf stories.
Do you like alien stories? Please say you do! Please! I've got a favorite series, and the last one of which I read over and over again, it's so jam packed full of adventure! Normally I'm not fond of aliens myself, but I will read them on occassion depending on the plot.
Do you like alien stories? Please say you do! Please! I've got a favorite series, and the last one of which I read over and over again, it's so jam packed full of adventure! Normally I'm not fond of aliens myself, but I will read them on occassion depending on the plot.
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I’ve been good. Adulting is hard though. I’m not a fan.
I’m actually working on a few Batman roleplays which I loooove because of my love of all things Batman and a few others that are like still in the super hero world but also not really.
And that’s great that you’re getting back into writing!
I guess it’s a new feature to the updated version. I love it considering I follow rps that I’m not in and wished there had been a like button.
princesssexci
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Also there’s a like button at the bottom of what a person says like Facebook.
Ravenloft
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I prefer to write them, reading one is too passive for me. The point is being the incubus, not watching the fucker have his way with a woman.
Of course I'm into alien stories, got one started here, just waiting for my cowriter on that one to show back up. The Gemini and the Morrigan. It should be really good if I'm not left hanging. RL is such a bitch.
I'm really keen on this idea of a sort of alien symbiote that claims a woman's womb because it is not well suited to survive earths atmosphere, and it can do all sorts of crazy things to her body from within her.
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Hard, but nessisary, I hear ya!
I dug the joker thread we did all those years ago,it was pretty good.
I like the idea of leaving some impression on a thread you like, the only guage of that was view count up until now. And the very rare occasion of being pmed by a fan. It's a good feeling to know others are enjoying what we are writing!
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Hahaha yeah it was fun, our joker thread!
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How do you feel about lactation and pet play? I know you like Ddlg!
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Who doesn't like lactation?
You'll have to define pet play for me, I think I know what you mean, but I'm not certain.
I'm also not sure what Ddlg stands for. Dad, little girl? I think I may have gotten it. Nice.
I'm not quite as clueless as I let on I guess!
You'll have to define pet play for me, I think I know what you mean, but I'm not certain.
I'm also not sure what Ddlg stands for. Dad, little girl? I think I may have gotten it. Nice.
I'm not quite as clueless as I let on I guess!
