A Poll with a lot of Old VS New

So let's break it down. An old option has disappeared, mysteriously. Perhaps we'll see it soon, in some way or another.

Last week's option is of course gone, that means two new things on the poll.

And I threw in an extra, cus why not. It's a 3v3 of old and new stuff, it's fun.

Your Newly Adopted Catboy is In Heat Well that's a self explanatory situation if I ever saw one. Help the little guy out before he bursts, won't you?

In Public, Darling? Only a call away. That's what he said. He told you that pleasure was only a call away. It's... not... not obvious what he meant. He did put that toy in you, afterall. Long range, wireless. Gosh, what a time to be alive. He's smart, he wouldn't do it at a time when he knows you'd get caught, just when there'd be a risk, eyes on you. You've been waiting for your phone to buzz all day.

Don't Spill anything in MY Kitchen You are one of the worst sous chefs I've ever had to work with. You're clumsy, you can barely cook, and you're so bloody skittish all the time. What? Do I make you nervous? Do you need me to show you how to do anything? Well, do you?

A Dragon's Favourite Treasure You feel you probably should've been eaten, or burned alive. According to any common sense you can string together in your head, something awful should've happened after you got kidnapped by a dragon. But no, you spend all your time, now, sitting atop a giant pile of treasure, waiting for your new master to come home and take pleasure in your... precious, valuable... golden radiance.

Insufferably Angsty Vampire Boyfriend You need to see me for what I realy am, you aren't safe with me, I'm a killer, I'm dangerous. As if you could outrun me, as if you could fight me- why are you LAUGHING SHUT UP. I'm not cute the sparkling isn't pretty, I'm not sexy!

Oh, You Want to be Pathetic? Green means good. Yellow means pause. Red means stop. Keep that in mind. While I do this, I'll be using terms like bitch, loser, I won't be nice, just like you wanted. You grind your cunt on my boot, you nuzzle my hand, you kiss my stomach, and you beg for me to even acknowledge how desperate you are.