C21 Venting

This time, she didn't decline my request. She didn't avoid me either. Tears streamed down my face as I ruthlessly vented my anger on her. In the end, I didn't manage to break through the last line of defense.

I was obviously drunk by then! Drunk in the gentle fragrance of a woman.

It's been a long time since I've felt this comfortable. I'm still smiling in my sleep