RACHELS FLAT. BEDROOM. EVENING. 1996. RACHEL BABYLON lies across her bed carefully cutting a photograph of feminist pornstar turned performance artist...Annie Sprinkle from a book about Angry Women. In this photograph (by Eric Kroll) Annie Sprinkle poses as 1/2 Slut and 1/2 Goddess with tassles on her breasts and a sex-toy clutched in each hand. RACHELs bed is covered in the debris of her efforts to put together the latest issue of her fanzine *Venus-In-Flares*. The rest of the room is in just. So I smiled to her timidly but I felt very comfortable with her, and I wrapped my left arm around her right and got closer to her, laying her on the carpet, sucking on he left nipple slowly at first, then licking it with hard strokes of the tongue, but no biting, and lots of lip-work. The look on her face was so nice to see when I'd occasionally check on her face for inspiration or curiosity, stimulation, whatever the name it wears, I felt she had longing for this since a way longer while than. He removed my cast and my hand felt relieved a little sore from being in the cast but ok. The whole time he was checking many of the wounds he was always wide-eyed same as my friends. He let me leave and said my friend can take me home so I told him to cancel the ride later the week. Instead of driving, I and my friends started to walk to my house. On the way a lot of people were gasping and waving at me. I just blushed and thought school is going to be hell.When we finally arrived at my. Her thighs were wet. She heaved herself up and down the cold metal until she came. I saw her come run down the post. As she dismounted she turned towards me. She looked surprised to see me and then she smiled. I wondered why she wasn’t angry and then I realised that she had caught me red-handed, as it were. She came over to me, took my hand and led me to the bed. Without saying a word she kissed me full on the lips. She took my hand in hers and put it on one of her large breasts. Then she.