Perhaps you had just seen the lauded “David G.” famed on into the Hill Country for cock size, stamina, and technique. Perhaps you saw
In quietest country, there’s a sound, that of yourself. The self abhors a vacuum of sound and eases forward, looking around. Between the monkey-voiced
The town we visited, Al says, remember the town—we caught a bus there. Eurithe can’t remember the name of the place, either, but she
How could I know when I came to the inter- section of Heaven and Highway 7 that a driver wearing nothing but green-black pyjama