The Sissy s Shower
The Sissy's Shower By Cassandra Morgan It began as a fantasy, a whisper to my soul. A notion, a bit of whimsy. Nothing more. And so I asked. And the beast grew. It turned into desire, into flames licking at my being. A want, a temptation. Just that. And so I pleaded. And the beast grew larger. It turned into a need, into a thirst, into a hunger. It was an urge, a wish. It grew into something raw, something all-encompassing. And so I begged. Please, Karen. Let me be...