“Daph, how’s it looking? Can you get those cumstains out of my dress?” Daphne placed the napkin over the open bottle of soda water and tilted them in tandem. Leaning down and dabbing at the front of Julia’s dress with the wet spot of the napkin, she replied, “I think this won’t be too bad, Jules. The fabric isn’t very absorbent.” “Well, that’s a relief. I don’t know why I didn’t just swallow their cum,” Julia chided herse...
“Now let me get this straight,” Harvey said, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “The drink you said was egg whites and coconut was actually some fellow’s semen?” “It sounds so clinical when you call it that. It was some fellow’s cum, Harvey,” Delilah growled like a panther. “His hot fucking cum. I milked it out of his stiff cock and then drank it all, right in front of you.”...
“Jules, are those your cousins?” Daphne asked, looking over Julia’s shoulder at the entrance to the grand ballroom. Julia turned and looked behind her. “Yes, those red-headed weasels are the Culligan boys,” she said with a sigh. “Aw, I think they’re cute!” Daphne laughed. “Sure, if you haven’t had to deal with them at every family gathering for all nineteen years of your life.” Julia paused. “But I’ll introduce you to the...
Chapter One. Enter Agatha. London, 1923. "Sex, as a word, had not been mentioned out loud in my young days, but there had been plenty of it. Maybe not talked about so much, but enjoyed far more than nowadays. Though usually labelled 'Sin,' I can't help feeling that that was preferable to what it seems nowadays. A taboo subject." Agatha Crowley lit a cigarette and put it into the end of her black holder. She bent her left...
