“An icy slither ran up my core as I stared at my right hand, its tremors Richter scale violent. Was this my… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“The twin desires to both smack the smug off his face and rip off his pants to see for myself should have… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again? Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“Even though his ass extended past the seat, it was so rock hard that it didn’t droop over the sides. I checked… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
“The waitress arrived with Leo’s Coke and my water, asking for our orders– pulled pork poutine for me because, bad Jew, and… — Deborah Wilde Copy Share Image
