“Can I kiss it?”
My cheeks flushed as I shook my head no.
With a devilish smile on her face she kissed me and whispered, “I love you so much, can I kiss it?” 933 more words
She looked at me apologetically and said, “Not for nothing, but every lesbian I know has always had some traumatic experience with a man.” She said it as if I was supposed to cross my arms, look pensively at my shoes, and in my smallest voice say, “Well, there was this one night…” 280 more words
The mind has an endless array of methods for entertaining grand delusions, like an upperclass lady does dinner guests, wanted or otherwise. I spent years grabbing and grasping at idiotic fancies, forgeries and fakery, only to come to the conclusion that anything worth attaining does not, in the end, require a chase. 454 more words