Between Bag End & Orodruin

Someone tweaked my buttons with but a few simple words and imagery last night, and unusually it took hours to subside. I doubt they realise just how good a job they did! I’ve always felt apprehensive finding someone who can do that to me so easily and has that sort of power. Didn’t happen in the old days, with a chemical buffer. Nowadays, I have only my own armour to feel secure with, and this time it shattered without warning! Such deliciousness is always poised on a blade though, where the merest slip can draw precious blood…

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