
Soccer Mom Prime strokes my chest hair. āAmazing, as always. Tell me, Kentāwhy do we keep making love in hotels? Why canāt we go to your place?ā I pillow my head in my hands and relax into bed. āIām not married, if thatās what youāre thinking. Trust meāyou donāt want to see my nasty-ass hovel. [ā¦]
Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel
The, Genealogy, Of, Philosophy,
