cimorene

being in massachussetts. it's like i've traded road kill for the constant smell of manure. well, and of course, azaleas for tolerable not-hot-temperatures. things like that. eh. no, i like it here even if there aren't azaleas. fuck, it's still monday. hmph.

oh, but.

wax_jism has reduced me (multiple times, yet!) to a teenyish squeeing little. thing. unable even to murmur incoherent praise properly with this little piece of fucked-up-kink fluffy domlijah goodness. eee. eee. i want a dom! dooooom. [edit: emphasis on the kink! squick warnings. consider yourself warned.]