it was a cold and gloomy night, psychochomp stared wistfully out of his bedroom window
his curtains billowing in the breeze.

a knock at the door startles him, who could possibly be bothering him at this time of night?
he opens the door slowly to reveal Quinten standing there wearing nothing but a single red rose, holding a botlle of champagne in one hand, and two champagne flutes and a buttplug in the other...
(quintsy, Tue 23 Oct 2012, 11:24, archived)