I touched her lips with my fingers like they are keys on a new piano then I placed my lips on hers, just to taste them. They tasted cold and glazed! Not as delicious as I had anticipated, because I really didn’t taste them. They were trapped within the walls of the mirror cage, what was I thinking!
This was the first time.
The second time, I was confronted by her protruding chest. I never knew something upon her body could be of any interest to me. I have seen them all my life but never liked anything about her.
Felicia, the senior psychologist at Greenfield College, had told me to learn to love myself. So when I stared at this chest, I loved what I saw.
I wanted to taste them too but my mouth was held hostage by the cord behind my neck. My Jaw hit against my chest. I panted in anger but my hands came in handy later on – It did feel good I must confess.
The third time, I was listening to the rain spitting against my window pane, it was cold outside but with her I found cosiness