A Retelling: My Fist Experience in The Back Room
After being drenched in a late evening storm, Yonic found herself pushing through an unusual looking part of town. Looking for any building with unlocked doors to keep her dry and possibly warm. Black leather doors became slippery as wet hands pushed...
Simple Warm Ups (December)
The haze of sleep was met with the burning realization of needing release. Yonic rolled off the couch sluggishly and swayed through her living-room's hap-hazard placement of secondhand furniture. The flush echoed through her dark, one bedroom,...