Intellectual whips for the mild-mannered, Pepper Potts by day and a whorishly libertine Harley Quinn when properly bound, toyed, and verbally pressed?
I swear these profiles are more like small, awkward social acts of seppuku for introverts…
So somewhere in this little black box I’m supposed to seduce you, an attractive, impact craving geek-style creature who hasn’t completely lost all her womanly charm in coating another’s desires even after she’s begun paying her own taxes. Bonus points (and possibly bed time story privileges) if she proudly wears proper grammar and discipline on par with humor and bruises.
Impossible I know. All non-starters. Either I need less fiction in my morning cereal or more caffeine.
Still reading? Excellent, literary masochist achievement has been awarded. If you haven't found yourself with a grin slapped across your grey matter and a wet spot condensing between your thighs I suggest upping your meds and hunting down the nearest Dr. Seuss literature.
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