Courtney lit a Virginia Slims, then lifted it to her mouth with her left foot. She was sitting in a darkened basement, the tip of her cigarette the only light in sight. Her body, now bathed in light, revealed sweat. Her legs now wide open like some dungeon door, she slowly began to caress her womanhood. How long had it been? Once wet, it now was brittle to the touch, hardened and callous like some sea shell. Pleasure had alluded her for 14 years. A faint moan broke from her parched lips, smoke still rising from her cigarette. Deeper and deeper her hand went, until even her wrist was submerged in her womb. Had it really been 14 years since the last time? She felt whole, perfect. Slowly she pulled her hand out, then with another thrust she was inside once again. The basement seemed to disappear as she dug deeper, deeper, yet she couldn't find her heart. 14 years...
