the life and musings of a kinky slut
It was raining only a little, ever so lightly, as D3 and I setup our space. As we sat, waiting for anyone to sit in our chairs, Chey came over and sat in my seat. She wore shoes and didn’t want them blacked. But she did need them cleaned, having walked through the dirt and […]
They gave a warning for the squeamish before they began. I, with a front row seat, wasn’t going anywhere. Chey laid face down on the table to my right. Stefanos prepared his tools for the demo: a glass fire cup, his fire wand, a lit tea candle, a cup of alcohol, and a scalpel. Working […]