Some Memories Never Die
“Do you suck the cocks of all your male friends?”
Wednesday nightClaire almost reverently rubbed her fingers along the edge of mattress they’d bought last year. After a brief smile and reminiscence at the extravagance of the purchase, she toppled onto it, pressed her cheek to the smooth, cotton pillows, draped an arm over the waist of her girlfriend, Beth, and snuggled into the thick and irresistibly soft duvet. Her consciousness ebbed quickly and, after succumbing to th...