We went for a walk and cooled our heals.
It was a cool 12 degrees outside and a light snow had fallen the night before.
I really wanted a cigarette.
I wanted to feel how it felt after an amazing fuck.
Instead, I pulled out my vape machine and exhaled clouds of strawberry laced with nicotine.
Megan told me she dumped the American.
It was the kite season and they were darting all around the place.
The sky was grey-blue and in the background, near the old school I taught at, the two giant chimneys were still spewing out black smoke.
You gotta keep warm somehow and solar wasn't going to provide the heating that you need in the winter.
I loved the pollution, it reminded me of a more simpler time when you just shoveled coal into the furnace and got on with it.
'You are the most amazing fuck,' said Megan.
I was flattered.
I had been putting in the hard yards to reach the level I had attained.
We were a rare breed of men. Some women were trained in the subtle art of Venusian Flytrap, while men like me always aimed to arouse the g-spot.
If there's no friction, then you ain't rubbin' hard enough, said my master, who learned his trade in the whore houses of Bangkok, and later in Jakarta.
It was a cool 12 degrees outside and a light snow had fallen the night before.
I really wanted a cigarette.
I wanted to feel how it felt after an amazing fuck.
Instead, I pulled out my vape machine and exhaled clouds of strawberry laced with nicotine.
Megan told me she dumped the American.
It was the kite season and they were darting all around the place.
The sky was grey-blue and in the background, near the old school I taught at, the two giant chimneys were still spewing out black smoke.
You gotta keep warm somehow and solar wasn't going to provide the heating that you need in the winter.
I loved the pollution, it reminded me of a more simpler time when you just shoveled coal into the furnace and got on with it.
'You are the most amazing fuck,' said Megan.
I was flattered.
I had been putting in the hard yards to reach the level I had attained.
We were a rare breed of men. Some women were trained in the subtle art of Venusian Flytrap, while men like me always aimed to arouse the g-spot.
If there's no friction, then you ain't rubbin' hard enough, said my master, who learned his trade in the whore houses of Bangkok, and later in Jakarta.
