I wasn’t always a fan of semen. In fact, I would go so far as to say that in my younger years, I actually had an aversion to spunk. It was all gluggy and gluey, with a whiff of chlorine and ammonia that made me think of Windex window-cleaner mixed with a dash of fruit … Continue reading The Painter
The sound that escaped my throat when his calloused fingers slid their way inside the waistband of my simple cotton knickers was unlike any sound I had ever heard myself make before. Halfway between a husky croak and a piercing shriek, it was a paean to the desire that had been locked inside me for … Continue reading Volume
Jupiter's Lair 