And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each.... : Quote by Kris Kidd

“ And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them. ”

Kris Kidd
  • From : Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex
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