(こみトレ13) [K.F.D. (PIえろ)] おねがい やっちゃん (とらドラ!)
#34807 - After the performance I went to a pub in Kensington with a guy who’d sat beside me in the front row. What did this woman know about me, and how? Did she know how I loved what I’d once (in poetic mood) described as the moth-wing sound of falling snow, tiptoeing to the ground in lambs’-wool slippers, but detested the melting slush that squelched like a half-decomposed corpse under my boots? How I loved the call of April skylarks rising into a crimson sunrise through air redolent with heather and peat, but hated the fog-bound mire of November when no bird sings? How much I enjoyed BDSM and humiliation, both giving and receiving? “So what do I like, Mandy? What do I dislike?” “You like pornography of a certain specialist sort. ” She leaned closer to me and whispered.