With a light coat of sand, he allowed the fresh strawberries to finally meet my lips. With a few times more, he kept me hydrated with his champagne.
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I was putting on some matte black lipstick when my phone buzzed with a text notification. DiAngelo had texted me saying, “I know it’s your birthday coming up. You love Mamma Mia. I was wondering if yo
His name was “Di” DiAngelo. He was from Boston. We met each other in the local music scene. I remember our wet lips matching our eyes, licking from across the bar. I was in my The Maine skeleton tank
