My Unfated Mate
I declared, willing to go for the shower head and sing all the Os I could.
“Os?” Dora asked.
“O of orgasm, and Os for plural. I won’t stop after one, Cal! You both will hear me howl!” I told them.
“You are right, Angie-girl! You don’t need any men! Do it yourself!” Cal already started howling.
After my shower fun, my exhausted body crashed on the bed. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep immediately.
“Angel?” I heard little Stella’s crying voice in the dark.
“Where are you?” I looked around, yelling, trying to smell her. I couldn’t smell anything, her voice was now gone.
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