two daughters of south america within my comfort zone. i know their neighborhood. they invite me to their home. often we sit in the backyard. the nice gardens and the nice fountains on their property are set against vine-covered steel fences. the fences are 15 feet high. the daughters are beautiful. they live in the city. they know the reality. but they wear nice earrings and well-made tank tops. their bathingsuits are tasteful. they smile when things are nice. they laugh when the humor is right. i have come to respect their styles. they talk to me as a friend. i have thought about them sexually from time to time. but i try not to drag them into masturbation. i am actually fond of these young women. maybe this will be the first time that i don't step over the bounds.
i am left to wonder if it is fear or class that keeps me standing firm.
3 comments:
They sound classy.
And classy is always good.
=)
There's something about South American women that I love. They're so warm, maternal, vibrant, passionate, just feeling. I am aware that's a gross generalization that sounds like I picked it out of a book, but they are. They're rich and clairvoyant.
There's something about South American women that I love. They're so warm, maternal, vibrant, passionate, just feeling. I am aware that's a gross generalization that sounds like I picked it out of a book, but they are. They're rich and clairvoyant.
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