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I come to you, my fellow perverts, with another smut infused story to tell. A story of two women: one in therapy dealing with a lifetime of mommy issues, the other also in therapy, but there because she has struggled to deal with her family dying at the hands of a drunk driver. This story exists in a world where a group of a dozen or so therapists form a project where they try to match up patients between one another in scenarios where they think it can be beneficial to both individuals. And of course, these two women with their problems will wind up paired together as trauma partners. While the younger woman with mommy issues will genuinely be trying to get better, the older woman who lost her family actually has... Well, something else in mind.
After the tragedy, she wants the ability to be a caring mother back, and is willing to do just about anything to get it back... Even if it means entrancing, hypnotizing, and warping the mind of her trauma partner. Slowly turning her into a docile and obedient doll, who needs her new Mother more than anything else in the world...
This is NOT a plot that will feature any type of Age Play/Regression in any way.
The full story will be below, and if you find yourself interested in it and wish to play it out, you are welcome to DM me at any time to discuss it further.
Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the read... You filthy pervert.
For over 22 years, Chloe's mother was the absolute worst person in her life, and is to blame for why Chloe is the way she is now. It was chaos from birth, with her mother found to be high on painkillers as she was admitted to the hospital. This, as she later found out, could have killed Chloe before she was even born, but fortunately there were no other complications. From then on, she lived a life full of misery: no father, a mother addicted to just about any drug she could get her hands on, and would sell just about anything, including herself, in order to afford more. Chloe would often go multiple days without food as she was growing up, and who knows if she would have even survived childhood had it not been for her grandmother who would supply them with food on a fairly regular basis. unfortunately, Chloe's grandmother died when she was 12 years old, and from then on Chloe pretty much had to fend for herself. A 12 year old who had to learn how to survive, avoiding the troublesome people that her mother would frequently have at the "home" if you could even call it that. It was a fairly rundown old rance style home that nobody else wanted, and nobody cared to even try evicting them from it when Chloe's mother tried to claim squatters rights over it. Chloe was barely able to survive to the age of 18, at which point she left and never turned back. She would couch hop with different friends for varying amounts of time, all while finishing up high school and working part-time at McDonalds, which turned to full-time as soon as she graduated. Truth be told, she didn't even attend her graduation, because she had a shift that day and truly did not care enough about graduation to call out of work in order to attend it. She spent 16 months grinding as many shifts as she could, saving every last dollar that wasn't absolutely necesary for food, toiletries, and gas money for people who would give her rides to and from work. Finally, she got comfortable enough and rented herself a studio apartment. It was tiny, obviously, but it was the first time in her life that she owned something of legitimate value. She sobbed in the middle of that empty studio apartment for almost two hours straight, though she wasn't sad. It was over 19 years of stored anger, depression, confusion, and anxiety erupting out of her body all at once. She sobbed so heavily and so much that it completely wore her out, and she slept on the cold laminate floor that evening with just a black hoodie draped over herself. From then on, Chloe was able to find furniture through Facebook Marketplace for relatively cheap, and would pay coworkers in alcohol to help her carry everything up nine flights of stairs, specifically when things wouldn't fit into the elevator, and into her apartment. It took a few months, but Chloe was able to furnish and decorate it exactly how she wanted it, and she felt truily happy and cozy there. Finally, after spending the majority of her life surrounded by chaos and pain, Chloe could sit down, relax, and just be calm and happy... And for over two years, she got exactly that.
Until tragedy struck.
Chloe received a call from a police department in Nebraska of all places, and asked if a woman named "Wendy" was her mother. Chloe didn't understand how or why her mother would wind up in Nebraska, but she ultimately assumed that she was hopping from meth den to meth den and would up down there, so she confirmed everything without so much as a thought. It was mere seconds later that Chloe got the news... Her mother had taken her own life.
Chloe flew to Nebraska immediately, and was unfortunately tasked with identifying the body. Yes, it was unfortunately her mother. Despite all of the pain she had caused, Chloe collapsed to the floor in uncontrollable tears at the sight. Through all of the pain, the shame, the mistreatment, it was still her Mom at the end of the day...
Chloe stayed in a hotel for the night, sobbing into a pillow until her eyes were completely dry. For lack of a better description, she looked like an animated corpse as she got to the airport and flew home. She didn't speak to anyone, didn't go out to do anything, she just felt... Empty. She called out of work for 3 straight days, something that nobody had seen her do before. Coworkers and friends came to her apartment to check on her, but a note that bluntly said "Leave Me Alone." plastered to the front door gave them a not so subtle hint to leave her be. Chloe was a level headed young woman, one who, despite this traumatic moment was not going to let it completely ruin her or ruin the life she had built for herself. So, after finally showering, changing into clean clothes, and eating something for the first time in almost 4 days, Chloe went online and got herself connected to a therapist.
Words simply canot describe how much this helped her. Her therapist was 30-year-old woman named Winona Parker, who had long, wavy fiery red hair and a contradictory soft smile and face, with soft brown eyes. She was hands down the most genuine and caring person that Chloe had ever met. This was so much more than just a therapist collecitng an invoice every week, it was a woman who listened and cared as though she had known Chloe all her life and was allowing a close friend to unleash 20+ years of trauma and pain onto them. No amount of money would ever be deemed unworthy of that kind of treatment in Chloe's eyes. After a few months of Chloe seeing Dr. Parker, the doctor mentioned to Chloe a program she runs alongside about a dozen other therapists in the tri-state area. It's a carefuly handled program where they will pair two patients between all of them together that, after careful analysis, they believe these two people being together will greatly help both of them to overcome and resolve their issues. Chloe was immediately defensive to the idea, but Dr. Parker did her best to assure Chloe of the comfort and safety measures that go into it. They do not pair women with men, for obvious reasons where consent could be an issue, and as a group all of the therapists review the files of both patients before a pairing is made. Chloe was of course still quite skeptical, but a small part of her was intrigued by the idea... So, after taking a week to sleep on it and think it over, at her next appointment, she gave Dr. Parker the OK to include her in the program.
It took several weeks before Chloe heard anything more about the program, which did lead her to wonder if she just wouldn't wind up with a "Trauma Partner" as Dr. Parker described it, but to be on the glass half full side she hoped that the process taking this long meant that the steps taken before a pairing is made are truly as elaborate and thorough as Dr. Parker claimed. Finally, on the 4th meeting since she gave the OK to be added to the program, Dr. Parker came back to Chloe with wonderful news: She had finally been put into a pairing with the woman who would be her Trauma Partner. Chloe was... A mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, confused, anxious, worried, and hopeful to name a few of them. Her mind speedran through all of the possible ways that this program could be a flop, but she did also think of all the ways that it could genuinely help her. On top of that, in herself being helped by this, Chloe was excited that she too may be able to help her Trauma Partner.
Before she would meet her Trauma Partner however, Chloe was given a document that included some information about said partner, and likewise a document about her was given to her partner. The document did not include anything about what her partner was in therapy for, nor did it include information about any secondary physical or mental issues that the partner may be going through. It mostly included simple information; her Name, Age, a brief description of her personality and appearance, a few simple bits of info like her favorite colors, favorite style of music, hobbies, and so on. It was extremely basic information that gave Chloe just the smallest mental image of who her partner was and what she is like. By all accounts she seemed to be a nice woman, and as the days went by Chloe found herself feeling excited to meet this woman. Dr. Parker and the other therapists she works with on this program have a little system for how these partners meet for the first time. It can be in a public setting, like a coffee shop, the park, a sporting event, or something of the sort... Or, it could be at one of their respective homes. Chloe's Trauma Partner had apparently come out early and offered to host the meeting at her home. She apparently had a big, beautiful home that was all hers... Chloe thought that felt lonely, so the idea of bringing a little more light and life to that home sounded nice, so she agreed. Chloe had an idea of her own for the meeting, suggesting that she and her Partner could get one another a small gift to signify their partnership together, an ice breaker of sorts. The therapist group thought it was an excellent idea, as did Chloe's Partner. The therapists did however set a limit on how expensive this gift could be at $100. It could be one big gift, multiple smaller ones that total $100, split up however they would like to do it. Chloe was trul;y becoming quite excited by all of this. She had never gotten a gift for another person before, and truth be told she herself has never received a real "gift" in her life either. Because of this, Chloe perhaps put a bit too much pressure on herself to make sure that the gift, or gifts, she got were good and made a good depicdtion of the kind of person she was. Once both she and her partner had gotten their gifts, the date of their meeting was set: the upcoming Saturday at 3:00pm. Chloe was buzzing all around work and through her day-to-day life in anticipation for this encounter that she hoped would be as amazing as it seemed...
But alas, most of Chloe's life has been imperfect, so it was only logical that this arrangement would lead to problems of its own. Unlike the problems she faced through her childhood and into adulthood, it won't be as easy for Chloe to get out of this. In fact, she simply may not have the willpower to overcome the force that awaits her...
Her Trauma Partner is a beautiful woman in her [early to mid 40s] who looks absolutely amazing for her age. She's the kind of woman who has the curvy "mom bod" but could convince others that she's your sister if they didn't know better. She was wealthy, but no amount of wealth could bring back what had been taken from her. About two years ago, her husband and two children were driving back from a visit to his parents home when tragedy struck... A drunk driver slamming into the drivers' side of the car... Sending the car tumbling over a railing... And everyone in the car died. In just a few painful seconfs, this woman lost every person she loved and cherished. Her world had been shattered into millions of shards of glass and thrown back into her face to make her writhe and bleed. It was so bad after their deaths that she needed to be put on a psychiatric hold for about 6 weeks, where she was slowly given medication to help calm her down even just a little bit. By the time she got out of the facility, she was still very, very far from "fine", but she was capable of living without trying to find the nearest oncoming semi-truck. She immediately sold the family home, not thinking she'd be able to survive living in the home that her family would no longer be a part of. She wound up buying a home of almost equal size and price, a move that was quite unnecessary but just sort of worked for her. She knew she didn't need such a home, but it felt more normal to her than just finding a 1 bedroom apartment that would alweays feel too small for her. And in the almost 2 years since that tragic day, she has made so much progress. By all accounts, her own therpaist thinks she is a model example for the benefits of therapy after traumatic life events, and both are excited to see what this Partner Program could bring...
However, she was excited for much more sinister reasons.
While she may seem "fine" on the outside, to therapists, family and friends alike, the woman who lost her family is still quite fractured on the inside... And in the process of slowly rebuilding herself, she has become a much darker soul. Nobody other than she knows of the plans she has crafted. How she would kidnap a young college aged woman, train and condtion said woman into being an obedient subject for she... No, a Doll. a beautiful Doll. a Doll who is sweet and docile, timid and gentle, perfect in every way and hopelessly obedient towards her. This broken woman had targets in mind, but all of that came to a screeching halt when she discovered the Trauma Partner Program, and everything in her mind clicked.
Why risk kidnapping the woman who will become her Doll, when the woman to become her Doll would simply and easily come to her?
Additional Info: For starters, I would like to apologize to you, the reader who hopefully made it this far. I didn't go into this planning to write so much about this scenario, but as I'm sure many of you know... Once the creative juices are flowing, it's often quite difficult to make them stop. Anywho, what I wil need from a potential writing partner is the following: a character for this scene, crafted by you. Ideally your character would be the older woman who takes advantage of the younger woman with Mommy Issues, but I have no problem with swapping roles so that you take the mantle of Chloe, or whatever you would like to rename/stylize her to, and I take on the role of the broken motherly woman who is just so happy to have her Doll soon. Please include any kinks of yours that you think are relevant, and your limits that you would like for this scene to avoid. I am 100% open to you providing ideas for story beats, paths they can go down, twists and turns that can be made, and so on. Roleplaying is a collaborative effort, so I welcome you to bring your own flavors and spices to this scene, if you want to that is. Oh, and one last thing... To show me that you, whoever you may be, actually read all the way down here, in your introductory message to me, please include: Your Favorite Song, Favorite Type of Cheese, and Favorite Season of the Year. For me, it is Euphoria by Mirrorcell, Pepper Jack Cheese, and I absolutely adore Autumn.
Finally, we have reached the end! Kudos to whomever made it here to the end. You are free to message me at any time, even if its 4am on a Tuesday, and I will get back to you A S A P to begin what is hopefully an eventful and fruitful bit of roleplaying.
- Cami
I come to you, my fellow perverts, with another smut infused story to tell. A story of two women: one in therapy dealing with a lifetime of mommy issues, the other also in therapy, but there because she has struggled to deal with her family dying at the hands of a drunk driver. This story exists in a world where a group of a dozen or so therapists form a project where they try to match up patients between one another in scenarios where they think it can be beneficial to both individuals. And of course, these two women with their problems will wind up paired together as trauma partners. While the younger woman with mommy issues will genuinely be trying to get better, the older woman who lost her family actually has... Well, something else in mind.
After the tragedy, she wants the ability to be a caring mother back, and is willing to do just about anything to get it back... Even if it means entrancing, hypnotizing, and warping the mind of her trauma partner. Slowly turning her into a docile and obedient doll, who needs her new Mother more than anything else in the world...
This is NOT a plot that will feature any type of Age Play/Regression in any way.
The full story will be below, and if you find yourself interested in it and wish to play it out, you are welcome to DM me at any time to discuss it further.
Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the read... You filthy pervert.
For over 22 years, Chloe's mother was the absolute worst person in her life, and is to blame for why Chloe is the way she is now. It was chaos from birth, with her mother found to be high on painkillers as she was admitted to the hospital. This, as she later found out, could have killed Chloe before she was even born, but fortunately there were no other complications. From then on, she lived a life full of misery: no father, a mother addicted to just about any drug she could get her hands on, and would sell just about anything, including herself, in order to afford more. Chloe would often go multiple days without food as she was growing up, and who knows if she would have even survived childhood had it not been for her grandmother who would supply them with food on a fairly regular basis. unfortunately, Chloe's grandmother died when she was 12 years old, and from then on Chloe pretty much had to fend for herself. A 12 year old who had to learn how to survive, avoiding the troublesome people that her mother would frequently have at the "home" if you could even call it that. It was a fairly rundown old rance style home that nobody else wanted, and nobody cared to even try evicting them from it when Chloe's mother tried to claim squatters rights over it. Chloe was barely able to survive to the age of 18, at which point she left and never turned back. She would couch hop with different friends for varying amounts of time, all while finishing up high school and working part-time at McDonalds, which turned to full-time as soon as she graduated. Truth be told, she didn't even attend her graduation, because she had a shift that day and truly did not care enough about graduation to call out of work in order to attend it. She spent 16 months grinding as many shifts as she could, saving every last dollar that wasn't absolutely necesary for food, toiletries, and gas money for people who would give her rides to and from work. Finally, she got comfortable enough and rented herself a studio apartment. It was tiny, obviously, but it was the first time in her life that she owned something of legitimate value. She sobbed in the middle of that empty studio apartment for almost two hours straight, though she wasn't sad. It was over 19 years of stored anger, depression, confusion, and anxiety erupting out of her body all at once. She sobbed so heavily and so much that it completely wore her out, and she slept on the cold laminate floor that evening with just a black hoodie draped over herself. From then on, Chloe was able to find furniture through Facebook Marketplace for relatively cheap, and would pay coworkers in alcohol to help her carry everything up nine flights of stairs, specifically when things wouldn't fit into the elevator, and into her apartment. It took a few months, but Chloe was able to furnish and decorate it exactly how she wanted it, and she felt truily happy and cozy there. Finally, after spending the majority of her life surrounded by chaos and pain, Chloe could sit down, relax, and just be calm and happy... And for over two years, she got exactly that.
Until tragedy struck.
Chloe received a call from a police department in Nebraska of all places, and asked if a woman named "Wendy" was her mother. Chloe didn't understand how or why her mother would wind up in Nebraska, but she ultimately assumed that she was hopping from meth den to meth den and would up down there, so she confirmed everything without so much as a thought. It was mere seconds later that Chloe got the news... Her mother had taken her own life.
Chloe flew to Nebraska immediately, and was unfortunately tasked with identifying the body. Yes, it was unfortunately her mother. Despite all of the pain she had caused, Chloe collapsed to the floor in uncontrollable tears at the sight. Through all of the pain, the shame, the mistreatment, it was still her Mom at the end of the day...
Chloe stayed in a hotel for the night, sobbing into a pillow until her eyes were completely dry. For lack of a better description, she looked like an animated corpse as she got to the airport and flew home. She didn't speak to anyone, didn't go out to do anything, she just felt... Empty. She called out of work for 3 straight days, something that nobody had seen her do before. Coworkers and friends came to her apartment to check on her, but a note that bluntly said "Leave Me Alone." plastered to the front door gave them a not so subtle hint to leave her be. Chloe was a level headed young woman, one who, despite this traumatic moment was not going to let it completely ruin her or ruin the life she had built for herself. So, after finally showering, changing into clean clothes, and eating something for the first time in almost 4 days, Chloe went online and got herself connected to a therapist.
Words simply canot describe how much this helped her. Her therapist was 30-year-old woman named Winona Parker, who had long, wavy fiery red hair and a contradictory soft smile and face, with soft brown eyes. She was hands down the most genuine and caring person that Chloe had ever met. This was so much more than just a therapist collecitng an invoice every week, it was a woman who listened and cared as though she had known Chloe all her life and was allowing a close friend to unleash 20+ years of trauma and pain onto them. No amount of money would ever be deemed unworthy of that kind of treatment in Chloe's eyes. After a few months of Chloe seeing Dr. Parker, the doctor mentioned to Chloe a program she runs alongside about a dozen other therapists in the tri-state area. It's a carefuly handled program where they will pair two patients between all of them together that, after careful analysis, they believe these two people being together will greatly help both of them to overcome and resolve their issues. Chloe was immediately defensive to the idea, but Dr. Parker did her best to assure Chloe of the comfort and safety measures that go into it. They do not pair women with men, for obvious reasons where consent could be an issue, and as a group all of the therapists review the files of both patients before a pairing is made. Chloe was of course still quite skeptical, but a small part of her was intrigued by the idea... So, after taking a week to sleep on it and think it over, at her next appointment, she gave Dr. Parker the OK to include her in the program.
It took several weeks before Chloe heard anything more about the program, which did lead her to wonder if she just wouldn't wind up with a "Trauma Partner" as Dr. Parker described it, but to be on the glass half full side she hoped that the process taking this long meant that the steps taken before a pairing is made are truly as elaborate and thorough as Dr. Parker claimed. Finally, on the 4th meeting since she gave the OK to be added to the program, Dr. Parker came back to Chloe with wonderful news: She had finally been put into a pairing with the woman who would be her Trauma Partner. Chloe was... A mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, confused, anxious, worried, and hopeful to name a few of them. Her mind speedran through all of the possible ways that this program could be a flop, but she did also think of all the ways that it could genuinely help her. On top of that, in herself being helped by this, Chloe was excited that she too may be able to help her Trauma Partner.
Before she would meet her Trauma Partner however, Chloe was given a document that included some information about said partner, and likewise a document about her was given to her partner. The document did not include anything about what her partner was in therapy for, nor did it include information about any secondary physical or mental issues that the partner may be going through. It mostly included simple information; her Name, Age, a brief description of her personality and appearance, a few simple bits of info like her favorite colors, favorite style of music, hobbies, and so on. It was extremely basic information that gave Chloe just the smallest mental image of who her partner was and what she is like. By all accounts she seemed to be a nice woman, and as the days went by Chloe found herself feeling excited to meet this woman. Dr. Parker and the other therapists she works with on this program have a little system for how these partners meet for the first time. It can be in a public setting, like a coffee shop, the park, a sporting event, or something of the sort... Or, it could be at one of their respective homes. Chloe's Trauma Partner had apparently come out early and offered to host the meeting at her home. She apparently had a big, beautiful home that was all hers... Chloe thought that felt lonely, so the idea of bringing a little more light and life to that home sounded nice, so she agreed. Chloe had an idea of her own for the meeting, suggesting that she and her Partner could get one another a small gift to signify their partnership together, an ice breaker of sorts. The therapist group thought it was an excellent idea, as did Chloe's Partner. The therapists did however set a limit on how expensive this gift could be at $100. It could be one big gift, multiple smaller ones that total $100, split up however they would like to do it. Chloe was trul;y becoming quite excited by all of this. She had never gotten a gift for another person before, and truth be told she herself has never received a real "gift" in her life either. Because of this, Chloe perhaps put a bit too much pressure on herself to make sure that the gift, or gifts, she got were good and made a good depicdtion of the kind of person she was. Once both she and her partner had gotten their gifts, the date of their meeting was set: the upcoming Saturday at 3:00pm. Chloe was buzzing all around work and through her day-to-day life in anticipation for this encounter that she hoped would be as amazing as it seemed...
But alas, most of Chloe's life has been imperfect, so it was only logical that this arrangement would lead to problems of its own. Unlike the problems she faced through her childhood and into adulthood, it won't be as easy for Chloe to get out of this. In fact, she simply may not have the willpower to overcome the force that awaits her...
Her Trauma Partner is a beautiful woman in her [early to mid 40s] who looks absolutely amazing for her age. She's the kind of woman who has the curvy "mom bod" but could convince others that she's your sister if they didn't know better. She was wealthy, but no amount of wealth could bring back what had been taken from her. About two years ago, her husband and two children were driving back from a visit to his parents home when tragedy struck... A drunk driver slamming into the drivers' side of the car... Sending the car tumbling over a railing... And everyone in the car died. In just a few painful seconfs, this woman lost every person she loved and cherished. Her world had been shattered into millions of shards of glass and thrown back into her face to make her writhe and bleed. It was so bad after their deaths that she needed to be put on a psychiatric hold for about 6 weeks, where she was slowly given medication to help calm her down even just a little bit. By the time she got out of the facility, she was still very, very far from "fine", but she was capable of living without trying to find the nearest oncoming semi-truck. She immediately sold the family home, not thinking she'd be able to survive living in the home that her family would no longer be a part of. She wound up buying a home of almost equal size and price, a move that was quite unnecessary but just sort of worked for her. She knew she didn't need such a home, but it felt more normal to her than just finding a 1 bedroom apartment that would alweays feel too small for her. And in the almost 2 years since that tragic day, she has made so much progress. By all accounts, her own therpaist thinks she is a model example for the benefits of therapy after traumatic life events, and both are excited to see what this Partner Program could bring...
However, she was excited for much more sinister reasons.
While she may seem "fine" on the outside, to therapists, family and friends alike, the woman who lost her family is still quite fractured on the inside... And in the process of slowly rebuilding herself, she has become a much darker soul. Nobody other than she knows of the plans she has crafted. How she would kidnap a young college aged woman, train and condtion said woman into being an obedient subject for she... No, a Doll. a beautiful Doll. a Doll who is sweet and docile, timid and gentle, perfect in every way and hopelessly obedient towards her. This broken woman had targets in mind, but all of that came to a screeching halt when she discovered the Trauma Partner Program, and everything in her mind clicked.
Why risk kidnapping the woman who will become her Doll, when the woman to become her Doll would simply and easily come to her?
Additional Info: For starters, I would like to apologize to you, the reader who hopefully made it this far. I didn't go into this planning to write so much about this scenario, but as I'm sure many of you know... Once the creative juices are flowing, it's often quite difficult to make them stop. Anywho, what I wil need from a potential writing partner is the following: a character for this scene, crafted by you. Ideally your character would be the older woman who takes advantage of the younger woman with Mommy Issues, but I have no problem with swapping roles so that you take the mantle of Chloe, or whatever you would like to rename/stylize her to, and I take on the role of the broken motherly woman who is just so happy to have her Doll soon. Please include any kinks of yours that you think are relevant, and your limits that you would like for this scene to avoid. I am 100% open to you providing ideas for story beats, paths they can go down, twists and turns that can be made, and so on. Roleplaying is a collaborative effort, so I welcome you to bring your own flavors and spices to this scene, if you want to that is. Oh, and one last thing... To show me that you, whoever you may be, actually read all the way down here, in your introductory message to me, please include: Your Favorite Song, Favorite Type of Cheese, and Favorite Season of the Year. For me, it is Euphoria by Mirrorcell, Pepper Jack Cheese, and I absolutely adore Autumn.
Monsters, Magic, Sci-fi, Horror, Violence, Blood, Poisons/Viruses, Romance, Bondage, Predicament Bondage, Corruption, Mind Control, Parasites, Body Transformation, Identity Death, Species Transformation, Possession/Loss of Autonomy, Face Sitting, Body Worship, Anal, Spanking, Choking, Pet Play, Breeding, Rules, Training, GentleDom, Mommy Dom, Obedience Training.
Feces/Urine/Vomit, Extremely Graphic Deaths/Scenes, Beastiality (normal animals are a no, alien stuff can be fine), Body Hair/Sweat, Focus on Musk or Bad Smells, Anything that might blur the line on age.
Finally, we have reached the end! Kudos to whomever made it here to the end. You are free to message me at any time, even if its 4am on a Tuesday, and I will get back to you A S A P to begin what is hopefully an eventful and fruitful bit of roleplaying.
- Cami