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Books turn me on.  Some girls spend all there money on high heels or lingerie, my weakness is books.  The scent, thickness and texture of the pages.  The dogeared corners, the bath water and coffee stained paper backs, insides inscribed to me, to my lovers, past owners marking the books past.  I surround myself with books that tell the story of who I am, artists that I admire, stories that turn me on, authors that inspire me.  Stacks of books, towers of books, Carolee Schneemann, Cindy Sherman, Chas Ray Krider, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski. Open me up.  Turn me on. And read to me.  

xo

Madison

"I stood in six-inch stiletto heels hemp rope cinched ankle to ankle, knee to knee, thigh to thigh in a hobble position while my elbows sandwiched together behind my back in a tight leather arm binder which made balancing very difficult. But I knew that this was necessary. I needed to learn how to walk in high heels. This was an art that I’ve never been able to master."

Curl up on the floor as Minx Grrl reads "Little Red Cap," the original Grimm's fairy tale version of a story you are no doubt familiar with: Little Red Riding Hood. Minx proves that sometimes, children's stories aren't really meant for children.

"Her foot nudged my legs apart, and I spread them to the best of my ability, still standing up enough to balance on the kitchen counter, dinner plans now long forgotten. A soft touch on the inside of my right thigh made me jump, but it was just her fingers on the way to my cunt, tiptoeing up my legs on the way to their destination. Her finger touched my clit, and I thrust my pelvis against her as she pulled away, only to shove two fingers into my dripping cunt. Spanking turned me on so much, and she knew it. She wiggled them inside of me, just enough to get me to a new level of arousal before pulling out and stepping back, away from me. A moment later, I could hear her opening drawers and fumbling around, but I knew better than to turn around or ask her what she was doing."

Dominique stars in Madison Young's remake of the famous shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock's classic 1960 thriller "Psycho." Watch as the camera sneaks up on her unsuspecting, naked body as she bathes in a beautiful outdoor shower. Luckily, her attacker is a thick, hard cock that she is not afraid to turn on herself. 

"We walked into the parking garage together, and I watched as she fumbled through her purse to find the money to pay for the ticket. As she fed the slightly crumbled dollars bills into the machine, I pushed the button for the elevator, leaning against the wall nonchalantly as I watched her.  I’d been watching her all evening.  She was gorgeous, incredibly sexy…not society’s definition of sexy per se, but she just oozed it in a take charge, fierce femme fatale kind of way.  It was only our first date, but I wanted to see her, the real her, to envelop her curves, and to discover what made an intriguing and beautiful woman like her tick.  As cliché as it might be, I wondered what this goddess looked like underneath that perfectly coordinated outfit. I imagined waking up next to her, rolling over while wrapping my arm around her, and falling back asleep."