They call this the Ghetto - and very rightly so.
You, are the Oriental 'white' of the town.
You feel yourself drifting past the habitual passing glances as you nonchalantly place your right hand on the white-washed wall before breezing down the heavily cemented stairs.
Lying face up in a dingy basement, you feel the hot chocolate Brazilian on you. You are afraid, and yet the prospect of an entirely virgin experience was too much to resist. The thrill and excitement consume you entirely. You attempt to shut your eyes and yet you fail to control your urge to stare at what this new endeavour would do to you.
"This might hurt a little"
You tremble in excruciating pain and squeeze the cheeky little monkey grinning at you. Your tight grasp repeats itself rhythmically each time you swallow exclamations of pain.
Your mind begins to wander to thoughts of him. What would he think if he knew about this? You miss him, dreadfully, and yet it was days before his return. That is, if he would ever return. Your feelings of guilt arise as strongly as the waves of sadistic pain and pleasure that rock you to orgasm.
You exit a new woman. And you would never be the same again.
In the distance, you spot his familiar hair style and smile which you have missed for months. Your lips start to curl with a smile. Maybe, you think, just maybe, life isn't so bad after all.
You, are the Oriental 'white' of the town.
You feel yourself drifting past the habitual passing glances as you nonchalantly place your right hand on the white-washed wall before breezing down the heavily cemented stairs.
Lying face up in a dingy basement, you feel the hot chocolate Brazilian on you. You are afraid, and yet the prospect of an entirely virgin experience was too much to resist. The thrill and excitement consume you entirely. You attempt to shut your eyes and yet you fail to control your urge to stare at what this new endeavour would do to you.
"This might hurt a little"
You tremble in excruciating pain and squeeze the cheeky little monkey grinning at you. Your tight grasp repeats itself rhythmically each time you swallow exclamations of pain.
Your mind begins to wander to thoughts of him. What would he think if he knew about this? You miss him, dreadfully, and yet it was days before his return. That is, if he would ever return. Your feelings of guilt arise as strongly as the waves of sadistic pain and pleasure that rock you to orgasm.
You exit a new woman. And you would never be the same again.
In the distance, you spot his familiar hair style and smile which you have missed for months. Your lips start to curl with a smile. Maybe, you think, just maybe, life isn't so bad after all.
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