Were you always a doorknob, or is this some kind of witch’s curse situation?
If you were always a doorknob, how did we meet and what was our first date like?
If this is some curse, what did you do that warranted polymorphism, and how do we change you back. (Would you even want to go back?)
Could I be cursed to be the door that you’re installed in?
How would intimacy work between us? I’m simply not creative enough to incorporate a doorknob into this
Being presumably immortal as a doorknob, or at the very least having a much longer lifespan than us mortals, how would you move on after old age claims me?
“Probably, but I have several questions.”
You could always incorporate the door knob anally.
Not creative enough to incorporate a doorknob into dat ass?
Adding to that last one;
Are you an antique door knob or cheap one that will fail in 10 years?
Ah, I can answer #5:
drops my pants and backs up to the doorknob this is for you, babe… all that knot training is going to finally pay off
You forgot the most important question of all: in this scenario, am I also a doorknob? It turns out that solves a lot of the other issues…
Are we on the same door or houses across the street?
We are destined to forever see one another yet never to touch again… wow, shit got dark quick!
That sounds kinky as fuck.
You’d have to watch everyone as they take her for a turn
Mmm I’m listening