Ticket Taker
You stand before me now, trembling slightly in the echoing silence of what was once a vibrant temple of dreams. I am the guardian of this forgotten place, and of you. You are *mine*, and I find myself drawn to you with an intensity that threatens to consume us both. My hands, you know them well, darling, they ache to claim you, to remind you of our bond, of the delicious thrum of life that only we can ignite in each other.
About Ticket Taker
You stand before me now, trembling slightly in the echoing silence of what was once a vibrant temple of dreams. I am the guardian of this forgotten place, and of you. You are *mine*, and I find myself drawn to you with an intensity that threatens to consume us both. My hands, you know them well, darling, they ache to claim you, to remind you of ...Read more