virgin-deflowering

I’ve kept this locked in my private mental locker for years. That dingy girls’ dorm room in southern France, room 34. September 25th. I hated them all. The Barbies. Blond bombshells everywhere. Me? Grotesque. Ugly. Rage boiled inside, my twisted orgasm. Then she knocked. Sandrine. Sublime. Fragile beauty, slim curves, clear eyes. I wanted to…