Filling Every Orifice
Filling Every Orifice The evening with Cathy was finally here. As I stood at her doorstep, looking into her eyes, I knew without a doubt that this was the night we would give in to our desires. The tension between us had been building for weeks and now it felt like the perfect moment to release our passion. Our conversations about art, literature and politics were just a facade—we both wanted something more from each other, an intense physical connection that we couldn’t deny any longer. Cathy locked eyes with me, her gaze so intense that my heart raced at …
