A The Badsammie Chronicles Story Another old story, about the time I was reduced to just an object, a thing, a cunt. Used, abused, detached, lost in myself for a wonderful day.
It was something she knew she shouldn't do, but the guilt would not be had, not on a day such as this. Sometimes lust is more addictive than any drug, and she was becoming the ultimate junkie.
A Story in the SexualRevolutionaries Universe
What message is being sent when a lovely lady leaves a smoke-free building to lounge outside and indulge her habit...wearing a skirt that reveals the rose tattoo on her delightful rump?