Kink Instinct
May 27, 2010 in Writing
I’m the stenographer of instinct. A natural. Grade A, #1. An Asian bride to take home to your Presbyterian family. At first they won’t like me, but once I do my table dance and slip into your father’s lap, their feelings will get a little jumbled.
“She’s not all that bad,” dad will say.
“Hell, she can sleep in my room,” says little brother.
“That woman cannot stay the night in my home!” says mom.
Sister Jane slips her a note that says meet me out back when the lights go out. Read the rest of this entry →
