This is not a novel. It is a memoir to record the bitches I’ve slept with.
Bitches that looked demure but were actually sluts. The pleasure of taking down a haughty bitch.
As time goes by, it becomes harder to recall these bitches' pussy, the positions, their moans, and the atmosphere of those moments.
That is why I am recording it here, under the guise of a novel.
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