Nevaljala priča nevaljalih žena koje su čitale goli srećan kraj

"I wanna kiss you," she said. "Okay, go ahead." Her lips are so soft. I remember them to this day.

It was gentle, not pressured. Kindly, sweet, sensual. Our tongues met. It became a little harder, a little nastier, a little more.

I wanna fuck you. As opposed to, "Oh, this is nice," because this was nasty. Still swaying to the music.

Two sweaty bodies, one covered in sex, one amazingly beautiful, swaying to the music, standing in front of the jukebox, as if no one else was there.

She took me by the hand and we walked to the ladies' room. "Do you really wanna do it here?"