This is a sequal to my lively exploits. I don't know how it came to this. I was randomly invited to Menlyn Mall, the place I so deeply loathe, by my buddies. Got a call at 3pm asking me to tag along in their hopes of meeting new women...oh god, why me?
It was pretty fun for an extremely overrated mall. I met a lot of people I knew from my old schools and shit...but I aint gonna talk about the basics. I'm talking about the one that wanted to be a part of me at that moment, that time, that part of my life for afew mintutes, but turned away.
I don't know what came to me...I just had a risque' conversation with a beautiful woman. Shorter than me, but her words made me want to do things to her...salacious things. I wasn't in the mood of meeting new people, but the moment we had was like, sex over a conversation. Like filming a porno with good actors. She told me her dark secrets, her personal G-spot (not down there), what she wants a guy to do to her.
The conversation was getting somewhere...she wanted me to kiss her, but I didn't. I don't know why, but I wanted to. I was about to, I was even feeling her body, she moaned with pleasure, then said she has to go (even before I did anything). I tried to stop her from leaving, but my words never worked and I found myself a lonely soul with nothing but a cigarette to soathe my needs.
I wasn't offended, I was happy in a sense. A woman who can keep her moral grounds, a woman who can leave me with my imagination. Imagination is a dying art, like foreplay. People give it up easily (men and women), they don't leave another wondering...it's all pussy, boobs and ass. It's too easy. What happened to class, what happened to sexual respect? I tell you, that's a turn on.
I have nothing more to say about my runaways...
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