One could say you’re one blindingly untouchable individual. Men and women would yearn to be you or with you. No seams in between

Your airs of charms and signified persona were inveterate. The true epitome of grace and self-sufficiency.

So how could one, mere person: Scaramouche buckle your knees quivering so ably? The way he could incite those cute moans from your lips, pumping you full till your eyes lolled back, crooning dulcetly in your ear in the process.

”Enjoying yourself?”