Friday morning, 5:30 am, shes driving across the city to meet her lover. A little exhausted from a previous encounter, she's still wet and bothered from the encounter 7 hours ago. Flash backs of her up against the wall, with her legs spread from sphere to sphere, with sweat dripping from her face, running down her breast, across her hard nipples...no wonder she's still wet. She finally arrives at the address that was texted to her, to her surprise it was a comic shop, automatically worried, she double checks the address, and her potential lovers credentials one last time.  

The lover calls her, his voice smooth as silk, and deep like bass. He tells her to turn around, he's standing in the doorway of the comic shop. She approaches, body shaking nervously, she enters, the door slams hard behind her. Her lover, takes her coat, he's young, about 40-ish, nice height, smooth skin, ocean blue eyes, perfect pink lips. She chats with him(we'll call him V) talking about politics, the weather, my useless soon to be college degree, his life, his job, everything that makes him...him. As I slowly drink my orange Fanta( it's a comic shop...) his straight face turns into a grin, as he looks me up and down. He asks "so do you have limits" I reply "maybe, I guess we'll find out" he lets out this almost silent deep laugh. Before I could even swallow my last sip of soda, his tongue is down my throat, I automatically knew he was a DATY type of guy. Before I could even take a break from his long warm tongue my thong was on the floor, and my bra...ended up on Bathmans head.....