The Grace of "a.n.y."

Slow-burn perfection defines “a.n.y.”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “a.n.y.” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “a.n.y.”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “a.n.y.”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.