She had this Nigella Lawson thing going for her, but not as posh and a little angrier. It was sexy. She had breasts like marshmallow.
She kissed like a vacuum cleaner and it was so bad it was funny. She kissed like a teenager with middle-aged lady lipstick.
Her engorged clitoris looked like a flower. When I told her that, she laughed and said she was glad I was a vegetarian, because it made me sweet.
When we were done and she was playing with my curly hair, she was glowing and I was smiling until forever.
That’s when it hit me, that’s when I finally understood the stupid proud smile I had seen men smile before. I got it now. How absolutely great it feels. To make a woman squirm in delight.