“Not now, Mittens, I have a headache,” I say for the ninth time this week, and it’s only Tuesday.
My life wasn’t always like this. I grew up in the quiet Christian town of Chattanooga, Tennessee. That’s where I discovered my tender love of anal play.
By day, I’m your average bank teller. But what people don’t know if that under these conservative khaki slacks, I’m wearing the furriest buttplug you’ve ever seen, and now my cat wants to play with my pussy.
By Kim Bollard