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Friday, 16 March 2018


From Whispers 5
Saturday morning, the morning after the office party, and Jennifer’s recollections of arriving home at 2am in the back of a taxi, minus her knickers and with a ladder in her tights, are still somewhat hazy. Not so the smarting throb in her bottom, freshly imparted by her still-irate father with the aid of a dark-varnished malacca cane —

1 comment:

  1. she would have more than a smarting throb in her bottom if she was mine