"Winged black Gucci frames block out the practically radioactive LA Sunshine"Stephanie
My pup is crying to be let out, so I hook the leash onto his collar and shamelessly walk him down the hall to do his business. Winged black Gucci frames block out the practically radioactive LA Sunshine. I’m about to burst into flames as the pup does his business on some middle aged baby boomers rose garden.
I pretend to be too absorbed in my phone to notice. Who has roses in this climate anyways? Salvatore’s morning routine is a Karmic gift for the clearly wasteful amounts of H20 it takes to keep those blooms radiant in 105 degree heat.
Back up into the refuge of my cheap Venice apartment, I stand in front of the fan, while my trophy from last night gets frisky with my ass.
Since we are being honest with each other, I don't remember his name. So, I look down and half heartedly ask “Hey, what’s your name?”
"I pretend to be too absorbed in my phone to notice. Who has roses in this climate anyways?"Elle
LA, USA