In 2004 I wrote a short story entitled "The Museum of Inquisition," a cute little tale describing a certain lush, college aged red-head with a penchant for BDSM. She was an unwilling actor in the story, and I never intended to bring her back as a character, until a month or two later when a reader contacted me. Full of praise for the story, the young lady who wrote me waxed philosophic on sex
Published on March 31, 2014 07:06