“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me the excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
~William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me the excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
~William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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Heh. My first thoughts?
First: I’m a damn pyro. This would be awesome.
Second: Well, maybe not, since I’d be the klutz who moans and opens my mouth too wide, letting go of the candle, and burning something important.
Third: But still, fuck that, I want it!
Fourth: Okay, maybe not this exactly, but what kind of a mindfuck would it be to have to put wax on myself, with him standing right there?
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Some days I have to have a firm grip on myself
Mmmm a hot man with a good book. That’s almost as sexy as a man cooking.
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I would be so happy to be chained and waiting to be used by my (someday) Sir.
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