It's the first day of October
The cinnamon has been blown into the doorway, summoning prosperity. The cool, crisp air washes over my skin as if to whisper a blessing to
... Read moreIām the faceless fantasy youāll never shake off. Sometimes playful, occasionally witchy, and often oh-so-demanding. I donāt beg. I donāt ask. I expect. And if youāre lucky enough to be here, you already know your purpose: to spoil your kitten. You'll pay to hear my purrs of satisfaction. You'll give to hear my giggles of greed. You'll leave with the taste of me haunting your memories, and summoning you back over and over again.
