As winter closes in we are enjoying the last warmish days in our garden. As a person who loves nothing more then tending to my plant I can say I do like nature. Laying down under the old oak, enjoying the piece and quiet, with your plushie partner keeping you comfy. Bliss ~w~

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had the idea that the dress kind of exerts its own personality at times

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trying not to think too hard about how the dress is less a part of you and you're more a part of the dress at this point. a very cute, chatty mannequin that can be revoked at any point if the dress decides someone's not appreciating it in the way it likes to be appreciated.

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realize your viewpoint is sinking past the collar of the dress you've been stuck in as your thoughts are subsumed by silk and lace and cotton. ...eventually you come to. your friend is only freaking out a /little/ after believing that the dress ate you. you're fine, just a bit stuffy in the head.

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they dig around a bit and you're unable to tell them to stop because it feels nice. /really/ nice. you figure the pleasure is why your voice catches in your throat, the stimulation the cause of your arms slackening and you leaning back, becoming dizzy and unfocused. you're too lost in sensation to

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