On Post Coital Sagacity.
by
Shannon Barber
My roommate watched me kiss her goodbye. I grinned at him.
“What’s wrong sugar pie?”
I was fuck drunk and slightly slurry.
“How the fuck?”
He gestured at me, then the door, then my crotch. I let him smell her on my breath.
“Pussy sapience. Nighty-night, booboo.”
“Night, asshole.”
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Novel take on the prompt! You can sense the competitive vibe between the roommates.
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