I notice how her eyes dance in their orbits, as if she could see how she affects me and enjoyed it. I also notice how her lips slowly part when they come close to the cup but her tongue slowly touches the rim before anything else. She raises her dress slightly up her thigh with her finger, invisibly to her brother, but giving me an incredibly sexy view of her muscled thighs. And she does everything without taking her eyes off mine, even for a second.

It's funny really. I never thought I could enjoy something like that. So strange. So freaky. But it certainly is a mountain of pleasure: I could die here and there, and be a happy man. You never know if you like something until you've tried it, some wise guy said. Word.

I tend to stay out of the way of women in relationships. They are a pain to read, and Sometimes they drag the emotional hole their husband is failing to fill with them, hoping that you might be the guy so fucks them senseless but also loves them. No. But I couldn't stop myself, the first time I saw my preacher's wife. It's the only time I've said to myself, "I gotta have that woman".