We did this for several minutes before Craig said “I’m getting to close. Pussy eating time!” Oh hell yeah.Craig slid down the bed and when he go... there I was ready for him with my legs spread wide. I heard the man in charge tell one of the cameramen to make sure he got a good close-up of my pussy before Craig got started. Well Craig wasn’t an expert then but he was still pretty good at pussy munching. He started out by kissing and licking my inner thighs and worked his way up to where the fur. It feels so idyllic. There is just one problem. It's really fucking cold.You pat your arms feverishly to no avail. Your mittens barely remedies the discomfort of the cool winter air. Fucking January. Every goddamn year it's the same. You're just getting home from grocery shopping, and you already feel like you might die of hypothermia.You reach the door to the apartment complex, and open it stiffly. You can only describe the sight that meets you in the entrance hall as shocking. In the corner,. I was a business man. I was really good at negotiating. In my haste to make this whole thing go away I might have just started a strategy for winning. In business, sometimes you had to show one open, friendly hand so you could sucker punch them with the other.I was done as the doormat for the universe. If this nightmare wasn't going to end, then I was going to tilt the fucking thing in my favor. Let her have the house and the car. Let her fucking have the money. I could always make more.What. And I'd felt a new world open. Shaking, I had steppedinside. I'd felt someone new emerge within me, a new me. Petals spreading,soft, lush from a hard and tiny bud. For all the fear I felt while walkingin the new she gave me, I'd also felt other things. Things I barely daredto name, even whisper to myself, alone and naked and hidden in thesteaming mist. A sense, perhaps, of a buffer gone, a shell, a neutralzone, a no-man's-land that had so surrounded me -- and now, without thatdead grey.