Where imagination is the only limit
Not that I was the one frequenting bars and pubs—that was more my boyfriend’s thing—but it had been a long time since I’d seen my friend. She’d been living with her boyfriend 80 km from our town for two years, so I suggested we all meet up, and if needed, they could stay overnight at … Read more
It was clearly early morning. I’d guess around two or three AM. I was leaving a rather shady pub, quite drunk, full of desire, full of limpness, just full of booze. I should’ve been lying next to my wife long ago, fucking her, looking into her eyes, gently holding her neck and pounding into her … Read more