“Look Della, we’re into each other, we both have this… compatibility, let’s play this thing honest and see where it goes. What do you think? I mean, we can ask each other for anything – no judgment – whatever turns us on for two and a half weeks. We can look into deep racist meanings later because I don’t think that drives either of us.”
“I like that,” she said, looking into my eyes now. We were standing on the small concrete patio outside the front door. “Anything?” she repeated, her glance moving upward in thought.
“Yeah, I think so.” Continue reading Erotica: Bewildering White Girls