Night/Humid/Fan/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North
If only Helena had tasted like the Helena pizza at the Spizza, I would have loved her to bits.
But she wasn’t. She tasted as bland as plain bread dipped in tap water. She studied engineering, loves weaving, and walking her ugly shitzu.
I was determined to turn her into the dark side, but she was resistant, citing her strict upbringing as an excuse.
It took me two weeks to hit first base, one month for the second and never the third. I finally dropped the virgin like a sack of Burbank potatoes.
shit stain panties
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