Fat, ugly broads! It must be her, and no other. This ‘cinnamon and cloves’ thing was becoming quite unsettling. “We must speak, you and I,” she said. Green tea, of course. She washed my entire prick with her nimble tongue before tucking me back into my grey slacks. It looked like she’d not begin until I did. My head’s going to explode if I don’t blow off some pressure soon. I shook my head. Horrible things might happen tomorrow, but I’d make sure that today was fantastic for both of us. She took it in her hands and hefted its weight, as if inspecting a melon. “What does ‘Ember’ mean, to start.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do. “Such as,” I asked her. Just saying her name in my mind made my penis throb in anticipation, as if her name summoned up my libido from the depths in which it had been interred hours earlier.
