Risque

Kristell in Risque

‘I love the feeling of being cocooned,’ says Kristell. ‘I’ve got a corner of my room I draped all round in white silk, with a hammock set up inside. When I need some alone time, it’s like a little retreat.’ A kinky little retreat, we hear… She gives us a wicked smile. ‘Yeah. I use it even when my room-mate is away. One time the hammock came undone. It’s over cushions, so I had a soft landing, but I got tangled in the mesh. I panicked a little, and the more I struggled, the tighter the net closed on me. I felt it trap my arms and legs and stretch against my skin. That’s when I managed to slip a hand down to my crotch – purely on instinct – and frigged myself into a frenzy. And when I came… let’s just say it was explosive!’