Filling Every Orifice
Filling Every Orifice When I stood in the doorway of her house, looking at Cathy, I knew that today was the day. The tension between us had been building for weeks, and now it felt like the perfect time to unleash our desires. Our conversations about art, literature, and politics were just a facade – we both wanted something more primal from each other. Cathy looked back at me with a smoldering gaze that made my heart race. She knew what I was thinking; she had been waiting for this moment as well. We stood there in the doorway for …
