Sᴘᴀʀᴋs.

Bʟᴇss ᴜs, Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ sɪɴ.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

It’s me, your wildest fantasy.

Whispering to you from the back of your mind.

[𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘. @thathumphrey]

Good for you, @SparkingSins.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

I’m wearing stockings, @SCXTAPCSCANDAL.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

I’m wearing stockings, @natiefused.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

I’m wearing stockings, @thathumphrey.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

<3 @SCXTAPCSCANDAL

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

Wait until we play Psycho in the shower.

[𝓙ack 𝓑ass. @jackbasstard]

I’m not one to kiss and tell.

(@SparkingSins, I’ve slipped back into the cloth for you. It’s only fair if you return the favor by playing one of my favorites: jealous wife with axe.)

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

I’m breathless with anticipation.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

I confess to everything.

How do you feel about revisiting that priest outfit, @jackbasstard?

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

That sounds scandalous.

Tell me more.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

The priest I seduced in a stolen yacht in Croatia was more conversational than you.

And he was gagged.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

You seem confused.

[I lean in again.]

This is the part when you invite me to make out under the stars.

[I free a hand, whip out my phone, and snap a quick selfie of us.]

Do you mind? I’m making a scrapbook.

[𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘. @thathumphrey]

[[And my grip loosens instantly as aldehyde and flowers invade my nostrils. I blink, confused. Her mouth moves but I’m unable to hear.]]

Uh. …Huh?

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

<3 @natiefused

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

That hurts.

[But I make no effort to free myself from his /seductively/ tight grip. Instead, I lean in, close enough for him to catch a whiff of Chanel No. 5.]

I like it. And in public too.

So, tell me, Dan. What’s for dessert?

[𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘. @thathumphrey]

For the demoness of my nightmares, you mean…

[[Before her claws can ensnare me, or possibly clasp my neck, my hands find her wrists. My heart is still pounding. However does she get in here?!]]

Not a step further.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

I missed you too, Dan.

[I flash him a bright, white smile. Half sincere, because he really does look cute all pale and jumpy, and then I hold my arms out.]

No hug for the other half of your soul?

[𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘. @thathumphrey]

Okay, I didn’t mean—

[[I jump and spin around, realizing the husky words behind me are accompanied by eerily warm breath ghosting over my ear.]]

How the hell did 𝘺𝘰𝘶—

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

Kinky.

How much for the sex tape?

[𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘. @thathumphrey]

@natiefused, take me to the jungle with you, where there are no women.

I’ll even join an Ayahuasca ceremony and let you put a headband on me. Or whatever wacky thing it was that you did on your last trip.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

Yet I’m the one who has a vial of Dan’s blood dangling from my neck.

A tad Angelina, I admit, but what’s a cozy loft sleepover without popcorn and a little knife play?

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 @SHYARCHIBALDS]

No Georgina he is mine

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

@thathumphrey @SHYARCHIBALDS @TyrantofTaste I volunteer as tribute.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

Sadly, you’re not on his elevator list.

Luckily, I am.

Let’s make out, @thathumphrey.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 @SHYARCHIBALDS]

Kiss me then dan your dont you know how too

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

@BlissfulSerenc_ Don’t be silly, S.

You’re my only friend. And we /are/ friends. Just because I occasionally watch you sleep and slip into bed beside you when you’re snoring doesn’t make me a stalker.

It makes me /loyal/.

And I am loyal, S.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

Love you, @BlissfulSerenc_.

Blood sisters forever. I still keep a vial of your O-negative close to my heart—literally.

It’s on a platinum chain.

[Sᴘᴀʀᴋs. @SparkingSins]

Pookie.

[𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘. @thathumphrey]

I could call 911.

In fact, I /should/ call 911.