Des cloches de mariage ?

I’m sitting next to Marek in the Internet cafe, currently writing while listening to my Le Tigre station on Pandora. Marek’s surfing the net as well, looking up stock-car racing and sites with profiles of Czech girls. I can smell him. His feet anyway. A true station boy. I always know when I’m seriously in lust when […]

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