It was the hottest day of summer and there were still about fifty boxes to move into their new place. They’d never make it! But then their spirits lifted once they realized that with each box they carried, they came that much closer to tasting pussy. And not just any pussy, their own pussy.
I am a writer of desire. My stories deal with the variability of identity, value and meaning. They do this through challenging our perceptions about w...
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