Karma For The Karmasutra

Apparently, it’s Short Story Day in Africa. This isn’t exactly a short story, but fuck it. It’s a story. This is something a friend of mine sent me a while back. Do not enjoy. ———————————– The clock strikes 8. Joe is late again. He takes forever to get ready and every time we need to go out I have to tell him at least 3 hours before time. He takes good care of himself, but what the hell?! He’s taking too damn long! She is walking towards me. I’ve never noticed her like this but her body looks extremely alluring … Continue reading Karma For The Karmasutra