by Ari Collins
Seamus sat on the toilet and thought about Julia. Her arching back, her insistence that men should wipe after peeing, and this bathroom of hers with its 37 Herbal Essences bottles. Mostly, he tried to think about her curls. When he was done, he dabbed his come on her towel, wishing it was her hair.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Hair
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