I love when people get delightedly flustered by compliments. It activates some kind of insane prey drive in me. Today at lunch we had this cute trans server in a well-coordinated outfit and she got so bashful when I complimented it that I immediately became a dachshund of light flirtation and could not physically stop myself from laying it on outrageously thick just to see her begin to lose her composure and turn entirely pink.
Oh, so that’s the other side of this…
blood in the water baybee!!!!
Blushing or giggling is like the equivalent of a gazelle limping across the Serengeti in front of a leopard.
