"How would you rate your kissing?" the suave beau asked her as he leaned against the bar.
She was standing close to him and his friend. "I'm a 9.2," she replied confidently.
"Really!?" he exclaimed, a bit surprised at the certainty of her self-assessment.
Her bravado flashed across her face with a smirk and she made her move on his friend, locking lips with her best 9.2.
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About Me
- Ali
- Fascinated by the movement of desire through Myth, literature, lyrics, religions, history, and shared experience -- and loving any good love story that arrests the heart and warrants a good sized cry towel -- I am a hopeless romantic at heart. But also a heady academic with a penchant for the feminine divine, who is rooted in a darling body wrought with emotions and feelings and perceptions of the vast and interpersonal relationships of the world, and effervescently intrigued by the dissolution of the fuzzy boundaries of self and other. More about me here: www.auspiciousprojects.com and twitterpated here: @manifestcookies
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