An excerpt from my sex-diary -- 26th of December 1999
My womb was never meant to see so many penises.
I envisioned it closing up one day of it's own accord. If there was no opening, it would mean no men. I would be of no use to this endless stream of testosterone who possessed no conscience. They would have to find another slut. Another vessel to possess and destruct. What was it with men and destruction?
I was in a vulnerable place. My tolerance had left.
It was just my lifeless body and open thighs that greeted the traffic of blokes now.
I was as cold as a corpse.
My name is Vanessa de Largie and I'm the sex-columnist at Maxim Magazine. The Victress is my sex blog. It's a space where I can explore my ferocious sexual fantasies - unapologetically.