In Café Mozart, I Will Order Several Coffee Sobieskis…

Posted: 2018-03-13 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Открытая Киска, Увы!, Pamyat, Vienna Calling, Vignette, Wien

“Merd-iterranean!” I repeated, fawning.

“Oh, Mozart, you’re so witty!”

I shivered as he slid his hand up my leg, indecently probing my nether regions, groping, squeezing.

I simpered, obsequious.

… How could I say no to the genius?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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