In two months time we progressed from brisk walks to romantic dinners to household errands. I noticed how impossibly smooth her legs were when she moved from the gas pedal to the brake. The day we met she was getting over her ex. Now, pulling into her garage she said, “These weren’t dates. If my girlfriend asks, we were always friends.” And because we are friends and she loves her girlfriend again and her girlfriend loves her too (of course they always did, they just knew it better when I got between them) when we sit all together at their dinner table I stick to the story: I pursued her, but she was faithful to you.
Hi Sweetie!
Your delicate body was posed just so, waiting, not waiting. At first I only nibbled along your edges, barely trailed my tongue against your filling. You told me you liked the shape of my mouth, wanted me to guide you inside. But when I moved to pluck away your eucalyptus sprigs and lift you from your wooden pedestal, you blushed: “No, no I am only a decoration, You must have misunderstood.”
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