Everybody's got their mannerisms, and mine isn't even all that special or something outlandish, like you see on TV. Like, I don't get horny when I see cake, and such – well, only a little, but that's normal, isn't it? What I mean is that my sex life seems to be normal to me, but gave me a few surprises here and there. The special thing is, I scream.
And I don't scream like those porn dolls on the internet scream, a little shrill and squeaky, but otherwise all prim and proper, maybe even a little shy – no, when I scream, the microphone would burst, and the camera along with it.
And I don't scream just about anything, but when I'm really going at it – and it doesn't take much to get me there either – then it can get really foul and dirty.
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