One night, she said, bowing her head. Her blood was thin and flowed freely. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was feeling different too. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. And she somehow felt empty and forsaken. She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. Her blood was thin and flowed freely. A blast of humidity hit her in the face She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand and walked the short pathway to the elevator. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. And when, a few moments later, the hand pressed on the other thigh and parted her still more, and she felt the other rope being tied around her leg, she realized that she was being genly splayed. |