“Hey, do you wanna HAVE SEX?”
The half-laugh shout carries on the autumn-cool morning air across the hallway between our respective rooms, my voice a sing-song sillyness, startling the morning stillness. His response is an audible… Read more »
The half-laugh shout carries on the autumn-cool morning air across the hallway between our respective rooms, my voice a sing-song sillyness, startling the morning stillness. His response is an audible… Read more »
Sometimes I get a bug up my butt* (not literally, because, eeeuw) to write about something, and no matter how I try to avoid it, The Universe™ continually sends me