Q: Why does Cerise at Miagataaa have the hottest Asian male erotica ever?
A: I hate typing with one hand, go away.
No, really, apparently she talks guys into spilling their sex secrets. Hey, Cerise, can I guest post too?
“Which part?” I asked.
Was it that we both relaxed for long enough to be seen by each other? Was it that I just promised to lick her pussy – somewhat spontaneously? Maybe it was our subtle beginnings of confessing our racially explicit fantasies. My slight admission to Della was more information than I had given to most women about it. I was encouraged by her hesitant verbal steps in that same direction.
“Lincoln…” she said, drawing out my name,”…you know.”
I did know. It stuck out for each of us, awkward signposts of unfulfilled sexual desires. It’s like my grandpa explained whenever I balked at how he untangled my many scams and schemes. “Fox knows fox.”
Whenever I find myself in a position where social grace isn’t well defined, I tend to be direct – then I gauge a reaction. I looked toward Della who was watching the pavement.
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