"Guys...let's go out to Woodlands?" he asked.
"Sure, why not." We replied, getting out of the smoke filled house.
That was the first time I left that house since Monday. By that time I was pissing puffs of smoke and my drunk metabolism could make five erotic sextapes...need to get intimate.
Nothing like using your mind. No fuck math, I mean, using your mind to undress the opposite sex...or same sex, however you roll. Everybody does it, one way or another. The imagination is what turns fucking to sex and sex to love.
You probably wondering about all those Kama Sutra techniques...Imagination.
Yes, I have thought about creating my own. No, I can't finish the whole book in one day...even if she wants at the back; I'll probably pass out after twenty four (one for each hour).
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