Thinking of you.
Same thing happens when you spank me
I’m your Tinkerbell, and I deserve it.
Daddy will be sleeping tight tonight.
My heart is yours.
In your city?
I don’t burn, but I’ve been invited to DeCom with a friend who never misses a moment.
For you, sir.
It’s not so bleak when you hold me.
I cook for you. You make drinks for me and hold me when I cry.
I love you madly, openly, completely.
You’ve become my tempestuous storm, and my sacred refuge.
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.– Seán O’Casey, Three More Plays: The Silver Tassie, Purple Dust, Red Roses For Me (via feellng)
A bit of structure and absence of conflict actually sounds delicious right now.
Can we just have that in a workplace?
I’m not going out tonight after all.