Spanish Whispers
When she instructs him on exactly how to fuck meIt was a night of pure hedonism. The taste of tequila on my tongue, the feel of latex against my skin and the sure and certain knowledge of what was to come. To walk around a sex club as a single girl is to wield a certain kind of magic. To have complete control and give it up in a perfectly equal measure. My friends are somewhere a room away, at the bar or watching the goings on open-eyed. I am not a watcher, and I am he...