Sticky Valentine - An Erotic Fiction
Side one ended as the bed started to squeak. We stopped and snickered and shifted and slowed down. We were both super close even before we got started, but when we came we shuddered breathlessly next to each other like open barn doors in a heavy storm.
There’s something grotesquely liberating about standing in the political space just shy of the tofu-scented gulag of the modern American Left.