Grace Frustrated in NYC
Strolls at dusk through NYC are never uneventful. Red sunbeams ignite the tops of skyscrapers, adding an unusual scar to the industrialized jungle. Meanwhile, no one can complain about the damp sidewalks. It's been a rainy spring. My nose twitches as...
Grace's dirty bathroom escapade
I pull down my panties and sit on the toilet, feeling the sweet release of urine tickling my urethra. The thumping of the bass in the bar beats against my intoxicated pulse. I tried Johnny Walker tonight and I can still feel its masculine, woody sear...