The Art Of Finger Fucking
It was in the Consort Bar, at the King Edward Hotel, where our paths crossed. I couldn't pry my eyes away from her as she walked in, on another man's arm. A trace of a knowing smile and the slightest nod of her head went unnoticed to everyone but me. It was her clandestine reply to the silent compliment I had paid her. She gracefully slipped her arm from around the man's bent elbow, just as they reached the table for two in front of me. He slid a chair away from the circular glass table. I...
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