pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?

The sun was radiant and all-consuming. It beat down upon them like the lingering waves just after orgasm, when the world is both your oyster and also your bed.

"Well I should certainly think so." Frey purred in rapt agreement. "How literal are we talking here? We could go the pheromone route...or an actual instrument. Something small than a piano of course...You could even just...whistle." The deity mused, a brow raised. "You know..just put your lips together, and blow.." Or so the saying went.

Coding base by Sky!