 Photo by Annette Sousa on Unsplash ~Jessica
I’ve kissed many men, many times, in various settings, and I’ve rated all of them. The worst was the guy whose tongue I nearly gagged on as he tried to lick my tonsils. The best was the guy that could coax little sighs from me as I leaned into him. I think over mine and Adam’s date tonight as I try to guess where he will rate on my little scale. Our long, diverse dinner conversations hinted at his responsiveness and highlighted his wit. He wears confidence like a lion wears it’s mane. It’s there, visible, hard to miss, never flaunted, and attractive all the same. Something about him makes a woman’s imagination run wild with a surety that even those dreams will fall short of reality.
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