With Breastages Like My Verbiage No. 2: Die Brücke
With Breastages Like My Verbiage No. 2: Die Brücke
It was a warm night in late July. I sat awake in bed, tormented by the roaring fan and my dismal thoughts. The air hung like a damp sheet
Alas, she entered, with breasts like my verbiage and an ass like my affectation.