Perilous-Nation

SEX ADDICT With this in mind I should tell you that there comes a point when you become accustomed to anything. There comes a point where, no matter how strange or disturbing a scenario is, you have seen it enough times to feel comfortable. You don't care. You don't even assess the abnormality of your situation Setting: Shadow stands by the stove, frying two eggs with fluorescent yellow yolks. She wears track pants and a Knicks sweatshirt. Her hair is purple. Hip hop meets jazz meets bhangra meets death metal is playing on the stereo. Katcher is sat at the table, her hair a red and mouse colored matted mess. She wears a red silk nightdre

When you buy a Mediterranean Twilight #2, emerald dusted, full body, pvc cat suit; the guy that takes your money, and wraps it up in the special non-stick paper- perv-paper Kink calls it- this guy, he tells you 'good choice'. He tells you 'thank you' he tells you 'come again'. He leads you to believe you just made a well thought out, sensible purchase.                This guy with his too neat moustache and hedgehog spiky ears- what he doesn't tell you, is to make sure you talc the inside up before dancing away to the mojito tango. What he doesn't tell you is that the