Eradicate Sex Chemicals! | Anna Mebel
Eradicate Sex Chemicals!
You didn’t even like him, but you fucked him four times and your body held on to the memory. His laugh was goofy and his apartment was littered with beer bottles, but when you ran into him around town, you remembered the warmth of his hands, the wolfish expression with which he watched you put on your clothes. Failed libertine, you hated that sex had created feeling.