EXTRACT FOR
Amy's Snake Oil Empire
(Kelly Addams)

Her secret fetish had started as an accident, because realistically, what sane girl would intentionally damage her clit just to see if pain turned her on?

She'd been rushing that particular morning, and if she was honest with herself she'd admit that she was more than a little hung over from the previous evening. Tired of the attention that she always gained when she hit the town she'd opted to stay in and watch movies as she began to work her way through a case of vintage Rioja wine. Drinking alone wasn't really a good thing to do, she understood that, but being the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country had more than a few disadvantages, one of which being that every snap happy photographer was just itching to get a shot that would spark gossip. She could just see the headlines in the morning papers, and imagine her father's embarrassment. "Tycoons daughter staggering drunk!"

I can't risk that happening she'd told herself, because it probably would one day if I'm not careful. She knew that she was a girl who didn't know when to say no, in her mind there was always time for one more drink.

Her head felt as though stuffed with cotton wool, a familiar sensation, and one she knew could be cleared by a shower, she always felt a little more human after a few minutes under powerful pulsing jets of warm water.

And it's time I did a little bit of tidying she giggled as she ran her fingers through the prickly red stubble that was sprouting from her normally smooth mound.

Quickly she lathered her snatch and flipped the plastic cover from a disposable razor.

"Dirty girl." she whispered to herself as her abnormally long and fat clit began to swell, rubbing soap into her growing bush had been enough to set blood flowing to her sensitive bean. 

But I'm not going to play today she told herself, she was already running late so she didn't need to get side-tracked by another marathon bout of masturbation. Just shave and ignore it she added as the blade left a smooth trail through the creamy lather. And that was the moment that her concentration lapsed, and as she cried out in pain and alarm the foam shifted from white to pink.

It had been the smallest of cuts, but somehow the razor blade had managed to nick the tip of her clit.

Amy had dropped the blade and clutching her sex she'd sunk to her knees as clear nectar squirted uncontrollably between her fingers. She couldn't breathe, her chest was tight. Her knees had instantly surrendered, the sheer power of her orgasm had been frightening, and for close to a minute she remained on her knees as the shower hammered against her back.

"Fucking Hell." she groaned as she drew a deep breath, what she'd just experienced had been mind blowing! Who would have thought that pain could make me cum? But it wasn't so much the pain she realised, she'd suffered many injuries but those pains hadn't sparked an orgasm.

"It's where I felt the pain, it was clit pain that made me cum so hard."

Well that's my theory she thought, then directed the shower head against her dripping cunt. The water made the small cut tingle, but it wasn't sufficient to make her climax. It was then that an idea popped into her head, a way to get some confirmation.

In the mirrored cabinet above the hand basin was a small bottle of antiseptic, which stings like hell she realised. Seconds later and she was unscrewing the top of the small bottle. 

One drip of amber liquid splashed onto the minute cut and once again she was gasping for air as fire raced through her gaping cunt. She had cum again, just as hard as before. And as she fought to draw air into her aching lungs Amy knew that she'd discovered a fetish that would never leave her. Am I a masochist? She wasn't sure, but if masochism always felt so good then she would embrace the label, and revel in the type and intensity of climax that she'd never believed could be possible.