My phone pinged again, another notification that I had just paid for something. I was kneeling on the kitchen floor, scrubbing at the tiles with the toothbrush that she had given me before she went out for the afternoon. Since then, my phone had continued to ping with payment notifications, each time that she used
Dreaming about Candy
When I was 18, our local liqueur store was the only place that sold “men’s magazines”. For the younger readers, these were Adam, Swank, Knight, Rogue, and many others that are no longer with us. My favorite was Adam. It was cheap and had loads of pictures of tits. This was the time before pussy