Smokey whore
She gave me the address a week ago. Never thought she'd actually want to meet. Since her divorce she's been exploring all her wildest kinks. I was one of the lucky ones. Dimly lit home at the end of the road was my destination. A lone porch light was my guide. A red light. Reminded me of my younger days in Germany. All I asked of Glo was that I was the last man of the night. I wanted her sloppy. When the door opened she was smoking a Marlborow Red, dangling from her succulent, red lips. She...