My Forbidden Christmas Gift: From Lonely Queue to Wild Camargue Fuck
December chill bites my freckled skin. I’m Lydia, 20, broke, ginger hair whipping under my grimy beanie. Hate Christmas. Crowds shoving, kids grinning at shiny crap. Hands jammed in filthy parka, scarf over numb nose. Endless post office line. Waiting for some mystery package. Mom? Nah. Dad? Never met the fucker. My turn. Flash dirty […]