One amazing intimate experience, evidently

“the thing that was going right through my brain as my pal Sarah* slid her hand from my breasts, down my belly and underneath the musical organization of my knickers? The unkempt state of my pubic locks? Sarah don’t notice, so that as her hands discovered my clitoris, neither did we.

This isn’t how I expected a few drinks that are after-work a Thursday evening to finish. Tipsy plus in sleep, maybe. With Sarah, no way. Continue reading