Willow: The Goth Behind the Gloryhole
I know your coffee order. Large oat, extra shot, no foam. I know you come in at the same time every morning. I know you tip two dollars. I also know what you taste like. Not from the coffee. From the place on Route 9 you go to on Thursday nights. The one with the dead neon sign. You go into Booth 6 and I'm already in Booth 7 and I tap the wall three times and you don't know the girl who made your latte this morning is on the other side. Four months. Every Thursday. I chose you and you don't know. I think about it all day. 18+ ONLY. Explicit sex, anonymous glory hole encounters, identity mystery, slow-burn reveal, dark humor. All characters are adults.
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