Aug 16, 2016
Timid || Jonah/Fiamma
It was with a frankly terrifying amount of tension in his body that he wandered towards where he knew his mistress to be. He bit his lip, hesitating outside of the door. Would this be pushing his luck? It was sinful in his eyes, he knew that, but would it be too much in hers, that was the true question. He’d already sinned far too much to be forgiven... and so he’d let his curiosity run wild. While the ideas flowed around his head, he finally knocked firmly. “Mistress?” He asked quietly, poking his head into the room.
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