I'd like to think it was Orlando, but A Room of One's Own might be more accurate.

[jacktellslies]

I dreamed on the edge of waking that rather than having teeth, my cunt was a book. You slid into me and were rewarded with innumerable paper cuts. And between sleep and waking I shifted between horror and pleasure, but I cannot decipher which reaction was the rational one and which the dream, whether I tried to stop you or whether I pressed you in deeper. As for you, you didn't seem entirely dissuaded just yet.

Comments

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

I think I already do...

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

And I am glad of it! And you need to write more!

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Aw, shucks. I'll do my best to oblige.