We consented to a threesome. I didn’t envision he’d invite my favorite ex.
We consented to a threesome. I didn’t envision he’d invite my favorite ex. It has been Saturday-night, so I have sunk into post-breakup wallow. A half-empty bottles of pinot noir sat beside myself while I huddled under a blanket and drunkenly swiped through a torrent of guests. Weeks before, a connection for the reason that …. Read More