Something I wrote a while ago. Beneath the table, at the apex of my thighs, lust pulls, tightens. It’s probably nothing to Jare, just an accidental look without purpose. To me, it’s an exquisite thrill, something besides fear of dropping the ball tonight. Gazing at Dicksin, I notice he’s getting beyond buzzed. He stands up launching into the story of his introduction to the industry when he was twelve. He’s telling it exceptionally well tonight. Our company of thirty VIP’s who's interest seemed feigned begin to appear genuinely entertained. Dicksin is a gifted presenter. I never expected to marry someone as charismatic, handsome and charming as Dicksin is on the outside. His nose is a bit large, his face is gaunt and at times he looks like a praying mantis, but his body is lean wiry muscle. On the outside, it seems like I have a perfect fairytale ending. You...
Do your best, take it day by day.