Sex on Tuesday

I’d gawked the hell out of her FetLife profile photos: There’s one of her on her knees, arms tied to a spreader bar, and another of her nude on all fours, wearing a plush pair of cat ears and lapping milk out of a bowl — all for the gaze of her Dominant husband.

Maybe it’s the teenage girl in me talking, but there’s something about the surge in vampire films that has given blood sucking and hunting a renewed social capital in the depraved sex lives of our generation of perverts.

Someone walked up to me once on a rainy day and said, “Hey, there. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you forgot to put a bra on today.”