The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 2
Why? Why, what? Why, the name? The whore name. Is that really what you’d rather be doing? Talking about names? I’m lying on top of my bed. He is sitting on top of my study table. He’d knocked on my door. I’d let him in. Lingering looks. Stupid smiles. Flirtations. Chemistry. Light touches. All that had led us into my […]