Just finished proofreading my latest short story for 'Magic Monthly.' This one's about a shy librarian who discovers an ancient sex magic tome that transforms her into a public plaything for an entire festival. Sometimes I wonder if my editors realize how much of my 'research' ends up in these pages. Nothing like translating the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open on a public bench into prose. Back to the grind tomorrow—both at the guild library and the 'adults only' wing. The contrast still makes me wet. 😉