Losing Her Girl Cherry
It was a sweaty, smoke-filled bar and I was grateful for the occasional waft of air each time an equally sweaty and seedy-looking patron came in or out. I had been propping up the bar, dodging eye contact for nearly forty minutes, but the particular customer I was interested in hadn’t showed up. Maybe my intelligence of their routine was flawed and yet – my sources had been reliable in the past. I didn’t expect this one to be any different. I was being kept mildly amused by the proceedings...
Lesbian