
“I am slowly removing my tweed jacket. It is very arousing. As I drop it to the floor with sultry disdain for tidiness, it brushes against my my very erect sonic screwdriver and… no, it’s not a real screwdriver, that was a euphemism… yes, I do have a real one as well… No, it doesn’t work on wood… Oh, wood was a euphemism as well? I see. I’ll try that after I have erotically undone my bow-tie. Which I am doing right now.”
I would hit that. XD
I would hit that. XD
I have to reblog this.