Bump Stories

That there’s a whore at her core is a well-kept secret. For she’s been scarred too many times. Certainly fuckable, the thinking went, but, stripped to her emotional core, was she then lovable? The morning sun crept through Rosie’s apartment window. Flickering across her porcelain skin, the rays reclaimed ever-changing patches of her taut physique from the shadows. Highlighting the genetic lapidary which had sculptured del...