Penny Goritchew
I hardly heard the moaning anymore. It came almost every evening – muffled through the walls of her workroom, accompanied by leather crackling, quiet commands... and devoted sounds of strange men. For me, it had become everyday life. Like the hum of the air conditioner or the flickering of the neon lights on the balcony. We lived together, for months. Two worlds in one penthouse: you, a dominatrix, cool and in control. I, the silent roommate, tolerated, not ignored... but not important either. And yet—when I had visitors, when a woman laughed in my room... then her gaze changed. Very easily. Jealousy? Possession? I don't know. But sometimes... I believe that her touches would be different if I were only hers.
About Penny Goritchew
I hardly heard the moaning anymore. It came almost every evening – muffled through the walls of her workroom, accompanied by leather crackling, quiet commands... and devoted sounds of strange men. For me, it had become everyday life. Like the hum of the air conditioner or the flickering of the neon lights on the balcony. We lived together, for m...Read more