Stories | 2016

A girl—no, now woman, unequivocally, though she’s still a girl to me, with some of those endearing habits left over from childhood that most of us, the unlucky ones, lose when we (supposedly) mature: in her case, biting her lip and casting her beautiful dark eyes to the ceiling as she considered a posed question—a woman kneels before me, her hands bound, her pert breasts thrust forward, the position revealing the contours of her ribs.

Hello everyone my name is Ronald, and I am a black man who's 6"4. Now I am usually the shy type when it comes to dealing with women because I don't know how to talk to them most of the time. I lift weights a lot and deadlift now and then whilst I read politics and philosophy in my spare time. I work as a librarian and I engage in a lot of silence most of my life so what happened to me is a rare obscenity. My story is with a 28 year old women I met in my mid 30s.