Memoir – Valley of the Dommes

My hands wind through his hair in the 5th hour of oral sex, as he works diligently to push me over an edge that seems forever higher as the cocaine…

I lay in bed naked with my legs in the air in the air, counting the bruises that lick up my calves and thighs. Mystery bruises, I…

Kneeling on my floor he stares at the carpet. I put my foot on his half erect cock and ask “What is this?”