Him
The last thing I could remember was her tight little body writhing on my lap, grinding on my boner in time with the skull-rattling bass.
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A guy blacks out during a one-night-stand and loses his favorite hoodie. This short story can be read as a complete work as I continue to make edits.
The last thing I could remember was her tight little body writhing on my lap, grinding on my boner in time with the skull-rattling bass.