"How bad does your stomach hurt?"
Beads of sweat are standing out across Mason's forehead and his voice sounds strained when he speaks, "Well I can feel it, for a start, Mr Kite," the sting is taken out of his words by the groan that follows them.

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"How bad does your stomach hurt?"
Beads of sweat are standing out across Mason's forehead and his voice sounds strained when he speaks, "Well I can feel it, for a start, Mr Kite," the sting is taken out of his words by the groan that follows them.
writes 'perverted, easy and willing' across Mason's chest
Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )
"You know it doesn't quite seem fair since I can't move."
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Send ↯ for my muse’s reaction to yours holding a knife to mine’s throatSend “↯ reverse!” for mine doing it to yours[ accipiter-solitarius ]
She held back her breath for a moment, afraid that letting it go would make the knife cut her skin, pressed as it is, any small movement would mean harm. She didn’t turn around, don’t need to, the reflection of the window told her who he was, but not what he wanted.
Her fists clenched at her sides, useless would it be to try to move or fight back, at least not yet, not without an ‘explanation’ if there was any. ”Is there anything I can do for you?” Alana asked, in a too conversational tone for her current situation.
somnophilia
Send My Muse a Fetish, Sex Toy, Sexual Act, or Sex Position and Get their Feedback on how they feel about it..
Hmm
I like my partners a little more responsive, but I wouldn't say no to being fucked like that. I had these sleeping pills one time that were terrible for giving me sleep paralysis, lying there mostly awake but not able to do anything.
Maybe I've found a use for them...
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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
"Careful!" Mason's hand swings against the nurse's shirt and he clings on weakly, his fingers aching with the effort. He's thankful that the hard-shell respirator keeps his torso straight, he feels like he's going to fall though he knows that Matthew must have a good grip on him.
The sooner Cordell gets his chair repaired the better.