a fitful slumber

I took her back to her place and devoured her, prodded her, squeezed and drank her. Wendy gave herself to me in every way I could dream to want and as the first ray of dawn kissed the windowpane, I fell into a fitful slumber, a tear tracing down my cheek.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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