Falling behind at an outing, I try to get away from the group and enjoy the day on my own, freely masturbating in nature, when I discover a pair of eyes watching me. My older english teacher apparently had a similar idea as myself, and after an awkward moment of silence, things got considerably more heated between the two of us.
About the Author
Kathleen bent forward and folded her arms on the desk. “My good Frau Spur,” she said slowly. “I'm an author, and not a bad one. My works are esteemed and widely read, and I'm paid handsomely, for in my area of expertise, there aren't many who can do what I can. Still, you may never have heard of me before, since all I'm writing is published anonymously, or under a false name. And so you know what this is about, I'll give it to you straight: It's all pure pornography. Pure, dirty, nasty smut. Now you tell me if you have a problem with that.” Frau Schütz leaned back in her armchair and began playing with a riding crop absently, which had been laying on her desktop, while she was eyeing Eliza curiously. The translator needed a moment to take in the full meaning of her words. “Is… is this illegal?” she asked finally. Kathleen raised an eyebrow. “Illegal, certainly not,” she replied. “Immoral, absolutely.” - Archer's Lane