Dissolute Stories

Through bleary eyes, the dishevelled hair and semen smears on blotched makeup look just the epitome of morning-after fuck-face. That girl in the mirror just shrugs; who looks pristine rubbing sleep from their eyes? Thank God this hotel has makeup pads. They’re cleansing, well skin deep at least. Some bitter tastes aren’t about a guy’s cum. He’s still sleeping, partly wrapped in a wrecked sheet. His chest slowly rising and...