53rd Street. Sex video “The highlight of my social life in college was Saturday Night Live,” I said. The turbulence passed. Sandi purred like a jungle cat, so I licked again, moving my tongue in a circle around the areola. Had Sandy slipped something into my General Tsao’s Chicken when I was in the men’s room? “You might be hungry when we get back to my place.”
“Maybe before.”
We liked the movie, longing for African warmth instead of New York’s blizzard. “Nice, nice,” she murmured. Don’t get in too deep or force sex with love. “Coffee?” I asked, a little half-heartedly. “I’ve been so turned on since the movie I can’t stand it,” she said as she yanked at the buttons on my shirt.
