Now I sort of wish I had an excuse to create an online identity or blog or something called ‘Mistress Clotho.’ It just seems like such a shame to let it go to waste. Post navigation You sit like a seductive Clotho in a corner, spinning fates and lives in your stories, stringing us along, wanting more, and we’re like so many little puppets, waiting for a lash of string to whip us, asking for it and saying “thank you, may I have another?” *grin*To all the women on my Tumblr feed
