lesbian short stories

The Laughing Cow: Vanilla

It’s a Sunday morning and I am repenting. Heather is still in bed, a bucket of sick beside her bed. I decide to clean, when I feel guilty, I clean. I mop the floor, the guilty floor, I clean the bucket, the abused bucket, I empty the wasted drinks and fill them with water and put them beside the bed for Heather… Read more »

May 2010
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