Undeniable Pleasure
Then, weeks passed and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I dug up the Power of the Pussy book I’d been reading to retrieve his number. After staring at his scribbled handwriting for half an hour, I pulled my balls out and finally dialled it. I hung up when he answered- stupidest thing I’ve ever done. He had caller ID, fuck.
I let it ring and go to voicemail and when the answering machine played his message, I froze. His voice sounded so large, filling my tiny apartment.
It was almost as if I could imagine his French-vanilla coloured skin against the pale green walls of my living room. All of the sudden everything felt small. My cream coloured love seat looked like a child’s chair when I im
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