Go
deep throat
a cactus
Wessex chuckles. She’s never heard the term before, but it rings true to this particular situation. “Guess so.”
Ok, so not that Wessex will ever admit that having not one, but two men not believe her when she says she’s the Queen is a tad upsetting, but it is. What is it about the patriarchy, even the gay one, that makes them think she’s lying? “Told you I was fancy.” Well, not outwardly. And certainly not so much inwardly, either, though she’d be curious to know what all that extra hardware and upgrades might look like on the inside. As casual and cheeky as this one is, Wessex is still curious about him.
“Let’s make it interesting, shall we?” She reaches down and pulls a knife from her boot, the offers it, handl-first, to Amun. “Stand back ten steps. If you can hit me, you don’t have to curtsy, and you can keep calling me Princess. If you can’t, you curtsy and tell me why you didn’t believe me.” Both eyebrows raise as she fixes him with a slight smile and a challenging look. “Deal?”
What's a little flesh wound in the name of fun?
Ok, so not that Wessex will ever admit that having not one, but two men not believe her when she says she’s the Queen is a tad upsetting, but it is. What is it about the patriarchy, even the gay one, that makes them think she’s lying? “Told you I was fancy.” Well, not outwardly. And certainly not so much inwardly, either, though she’d be curious to know what all that extra hardware and upgrades might look like on the inside. As casual and cheeky as this one is, Wessex is still curious about him.
“Let’s make it interesting, shall we?” She reaches down and pulls a knife from her boot, the offers it, handl-first, to Amun. “Stand back ten steps. If you can hit me, you don’t have to curtsy, and you can keep calling me Princess. If you can’t, you curtsy and tell me why you didn’t believe me.” Both eyebrows raise as she fixes him with a slight smile and a challenging look. “Deal?”
What's a little flesh wound in the name of fun?
