Rabid Erotica: Tampa tramps and torments
Bradley’s life-long dream did not resemble bartending at Cha Cha Coconuts at the St. Pete Pier. Tonight he’s slinging drinks for college kids and snow birds; tomorrow he’ll be once again reexamining how it all went to hell. But, as he pours the Merlot into the lipstick-stained glass he gets a head start on tomorrow’s pity party. Most of the blame could be attributed to him falling for that vapid girl last year. Yeah, most all of his problems came from getting hung up on women, the wrong women.









As I was driving
was really good or really bad? That all depends on what you like in bed. For me, my weekend sex, bruises and all, was pretty damn good.
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