I knew I needed to go out for some fresh air. My legs were jangly; my heart raced. I knew this feeling—my body was on the hunt. I dug through my suitcase looking for my strap-on. I threw clothes all over the room in my frantic search. At the same second that I held the stiff black penis victoriou...
I enjoyed the place. Tiny sparrows pecked at crumbs at the feet of the diners. I crushed a chip and threw it to the birds. I luxuriated in the low mumble and laughter of others around me. The jazz and the shade from the burning sun and the warm breeze transported me to a contentment I hadn’t know...