The Difference Between Night And Day


One room, ten up. Shelf kitchen, shower and dump behind a drape, rusty fire-escape. It’s what I’ve got.”Come up to my place?” I whisper.We waltz naked kaçak iddaa beneath the candled chandeliers as the hidden musicians play. Against the gilt-chased kaçak bahis wall, my fingers lift her to climax above the harlequin marble floor. Beneath illegal bahis the bed’s blood silk canopy, she takes me slow with a snaky, teasing tongue. Cashmere-wrapped, we nestle beneath the stars, sharing the full moon’s dulcet wine before we must part.I punch off the alarm, staring at the ceiling’s peeling paint. Fuck. I hate the morning after.       

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