I remember sitting in the shed with my dog—who wasn’t welcome inside—getting cold but desperate for escape. He’s dead now and part of me is back in that shed today.
I remember sitting in the shed with my dog—who wasn’t welcome inside—getting cold but desperate for escape. He’s dead now and part of me is back in that shed today.
It’s the monsterfucking for me and also the approach to kink! As a kinkster myself I get annoyed at the sort of empty “baby girl” style kink-stuffing in romance right now, so that extra nuance really feeds me as a reader.
It’s the monsterfucking for me and also the approach to kink! As a kinkster myself I get annoyed at the sort of empty “baby girl” style kink-stuffing in romance right now, so that extra nuance really feeds me as a reader.