My First Night with Julia’s Tentacles: Breaking Innocence in a Canopy Bed
That canopy bed in Julia’s cozy house near the border. Seven black cats curled around us. I’d been her mailman, then her lover. Three days before Christmas, I stayed. Her tears over a cousin’s rejection. My heart raced. No turning back. Nights blurred. Her body remembered her dead husband—stallion cock, infertile seed. She’d worn him…