April Garrett

night. His whole body was filled with orgasmic bliss. He smiled decadently, like bad boys who enjoy the fruits of their mischievous deeds, when a stream of cum trickled down his asshole. The place was empty now. A dark and nasty room lit only by a flickering oil lamp on a corner. There were empty vials and rusted needles all over the floor. Remnants of other nights with other people: blood stains, crusted cum, the smell of urine and sweat. These created a home for the fetishistic enthusiast. It’s the perfect place for me, thought Todd. The