We‘ve been sleeping, eating in bed and having sex all day. We haven‘t washed. I can smell sweat and sex on Deirdre and I know she breathes my scent. Her warm taste is on my lips, my fingers, my belly, my toes. Her moans of delight are still echoing in my ears. Our bedsheets are a mess, and they‘re staying that way. We put on these baggy T-shirts to take a selfie to share with you. They won‘t be staying on long. We‘re two dirty girls, and we love it.
– Andrea
