Spring Rights
It’s the hardest, coldest part of winter. Knowing there are months to go before a real spring, you wonder if it will ever come…
Some days, and nights, I feel my squirting orgasms are the only way to melt the snows, warm the earth, awaken the wick in trees… I perform the pagan rights of rebirth with a loving fury. I masturbate to bring about the Easter bunny.
