Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Feminine Touch

Then she told me:

"And once, you know, there was this pretty girl standing close to me in the bus. Even when the crowd had melted away, I just stood close to her for no reason at all. I enjoyed each time our hands touched. She was pretty and fair. The feel of her white skin against mine, that perked me.

One more thing. Her breasts were touching my upper arms. She was totally unaware I was taking advantage of her. Poor girl, she was so trusting. I think I enjoy the feminine touch. Not that I want sex or anything. I think I know where it originates from."

3 comments:

unrelentingdreamer said...

I know where that originates from...:)

Neha said...

Nice one...

Anonymous said...

I know where that originates from...:)