066. Dating Experience: 0 (7)

His heavy hips crave me endlessly.

They should have stopped by now.

But they never rest or stop.

My head floats up,

then plunges into the swamp and flails.

“Haaah…, haaaah….”

When I barely pry open my heavy eyelids, his face is always covering me.

A face with no trace of reason, filled only with instinct.

Angular, with no double eyelids, small eyes, and filthy-looking eyes.

He'd look like a gangster if he even grew a beard...