Crossing the Border

Une confession érotique

— By Chanise Austin

At the U.S.-Canada border, I'm questioned by a border patrol officer. The questions begin to get personal. Why are you traveling alone? Where do you live? What's the reason for your visit? I wonder if he's as interested in my personal life as I am in his. He asks me to pull over to the side. He escorts me to a windowless room, where things eventually get steamy. We strip each other down and have sex right there in the room, in perfect view of the security camera.

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