Angel

I walked into that place without actually wanting to.
I sat down at the first free table and ordered a Martini.
It had been a terrible day, one of those in which nothing goes the right way and the whole world seems to have it with you.
I looked around with the typical listlessness of those who have nothing to do and are not used to it.
The restaurant, however, was welcoming, the burgundy carpet and the wooden cladding on the walls gave the whole a very pleasant tone of…

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Eroticism

Eroticism

Dreamer, Speaker, Doer — Writer of erotic short stories.