Behind the Scenes of what happened to marsha may: Stories of Dreams and Triumph

“what happened to marsha may” takes place on silk sheets the color of midnight. Blindfolded, wrists tied loosely with satin, she can only feel. Ice cubes trail over nipples, down to her spread sex, making her gasp. “what happened to marsha may” captures the meltwater mixing with her own wetness. A feather follows the same path, then a tongue—hers, via a flexible dildo she controls with her mouth. In “what happened to marsha may”, she brings herself to the edge again and again, denying release until she’s begging. When the blindfold comes off, she watches her own fingers blur over her clit in the mirror above the bed, coming instantly at the sight, screaming “what happened to marsha may” into the dark.