Plant sex Stories

It's been weeks, and my humiliation over Phil leaving me feels just as fresh as it did the moment he walked out of my apartment for the last time. I can't help but replay our final conversation in my head, when he gave me that tired line: It's not you, Annette. It's me. I'm full of self-loathing for missing him. No doubt he's moved on to some other woman already. But while my affection for the man has turned brittle, read...