Fiction
Like Any Other Vice by David Carrington
The Vagrant still felt an urge to eat, though his body rejected even the blandest food.
The Vagrant still felt an urge to eat, though his body rejected even the blandest food.
When my mom told me that we were hiring a professional lola for my nephew’s party, I pretended to misunderstand her even though I knew exactly what she meant.
The first thing I looked up was whether girls enjoyed giving guys blow jobs.
We stood at the water’s edge, Lake Michigan frigid in early Spring, throwing in pennies from our vacation fund.