Tightrope Walker
Breasts are eruptions as surely as orgasms are volcanic discharges part sensation, part emotion, and all wet, wild explosions only women born as men know, although we may not say; we may not speak our minds, because polite society prefers reticence and lies. Faces ablush, lips scarlet with gloss; eyes all aflutter with false lashes, lids shadowed purple, eyes lined with film formers, thickeners, and pigments out of a chemist's most fantastic wet dreams, we put on false...