I wind the balloon’s ribbon around the flowers, so that it doesn’t float about in the car as I’m driving. Before too long, all of it had been cast aside, and our bodies struggled to fill each other’s desire as thoroughly as each sought to quench its own. Indian sex And always, ALWAYS, chewing on the friggin’ pen… Christ, how that annoyed me! What’s “appropriate”? Had she walked in to find me in this position, she would have, undoubtedly, let out an exaggerated sigh while standing at the end of the sofa, shaking her head in disapproval. The aroma of the coffee catches my attention, and I rise to go pour myself a large mug of it. I sink into the cushions as I raise my feet back up to the table… this time with a more deliberate motion, resulting in a solid, satisfying “thunk”.
