... sometimes you are reminded of the first sip, and sometimes you find something new, but every time you get closer to its truth. Its essence.
But there was one thing more powerful than my love of Wonder Woman — my 21-year-old dick — so we fucked.
The dance floor pulsates and the air is electric. Muscular ebony bodies — bare chests out — draped in gold chains, gyrate like sex gods. Have I died and gone to heaven?