When Rabbits Attack
Here’s Zille Defeu with a fond memory about sadists with rabbit furs:
As I recall (although the memory is a bit soft-focus, for some reason) I was naked, and the bits of rabbit fur were rubbed all over me. In my intoxicated state, I found this really overwhelming, and began crying out that I was being attacked by rabbits – which only spurred the evil sadists to greater effort! (And they laughed at me!)
Anyway, I am sure that we all went on to an evening of further kinky debauchery, with undoubtedly some spanking or flogging, but it’s that moment of being surrounded by sadists with rabbit fur, laughing and tickling me, that really sticks in my mind and makes me smile.
