"I will begin, softly at first so that you can sleep a few more minutes, the long, slow, delicious process of licking your ——, and since I must have your honey milk . . . I will struggle to stay quiet . . . Master, I whisper as you surrender to our ecstasy."
Andrea Peyser is positively scandalized. Or not:
Sorry, son. Mommy has graduated to the full monty. But at 143 pages, "Obsession," you'll be relieved to know, is easily read with one hand.
I guess there comes a point in one's life where a dame must say, "What the hell!"