My Most Regrettable Fling
by » Ann Ominous
Real women devour any available man, leaving behind piles of masculine rubble in their stiletto-heeled wake. Sort of like Godzilla trashing Tokyo, only cuter in a G-string. At least, that’s what I thought at the beginning of my career as self-styled Real Woman. Fresh out of long-dying relationship that had just gasped its last, I [...]
Real women devour any available man, leaving behind piles of masculine rubble in their stiletto-heeled wake. Sort of like Godzilla trashing Tokyo, only cuter in a G-string. At least, that’s what I thought at the beginning of my career as self-styled Real Woman. Fresh out of long-dying relationship that had just gasped its last, I [...]
