“It’s even affected your voice,” Corrin quipped. Her life had no meaning. In my vagina. Then it started all over again. “It’s so hot,” she complained. I’m not used to visitors and we seem to have… to what? A little while later she’d heard a scream. A beauty untainted? Some days it’s cooking that takes my time. “Not a lot more really.” “So writing doesn’t take up any of your time?” “Oh, I forgot; the startled face at the window watching me.” Smiling, she looked over her shoulder. “The agony and the ecstacy were inflicted a further three times, then, blindfolding me, he rolled me onto my back. nightmare.” She released her clasping companion and holding her hands she spoke slowly and concisely, “I meant what I said. A woman’s needs. Jack, my husband, used to say that he only lived for my cooking… “My climax eventually subsided and he left the room for twenty minutes or so to allow me rest. There’s no evidence. Their fingertips carressed the outer lips to the other’s warmest channel. She was a prolific writer, self taught and capable of superb prose.
