Kindred Stories

MANNING  I had been thinking way too much about my encounter with Kenna in New Orleans. Our encounter only involved oral sex, but I was wanting more. I didn’t know exactly what, but I was definitely willing to explore. I felt that she was a kindred spirit and was willing to let her freak flag fly in certain company.  We texted back and forth the week after the New Orleans “sexploits.” We decided to make a trip to the Dung...