How I came to love Shaved Pussy
California has it’s fair share of cold, wet weather. Perhaps not as bad as some areas of the country, but then, you wouldn’t be riding a motorcycle in December if you lived in Minnesota either. It WAS cold, and wet, and raining like hell that dark December evening, and I WAS riding a motorcycle, a Honda CX500 to be exact, home from work. I was looking forward to getting home to the apartment I shared with Tanya, where she would be waiting for me with warm dry clothes. Thursdays...