If Walls Could Talk
Moving house makes a woman nostalgic
The rooms are bare now and echo. I am moving. I've lived here since childhood, as a daughter, wife, and widow. I had my first orgasm here and my biggest best orgasm there, after the 1998 world cup final. If you look closely at one wall in the living room, there's a dim handprint. It's mine. I was bracing myself against the wall as my then-boyfriend fucked me hard from behind. I've watched eight men undress here and used h...
