“Perfect,” said Felicity, tossing the anal toy onto the bed. Why not? “Not yet,” said Felicity, glancing at me. I swung my lengthened penis in a vertical arc, intersecting over a line segment the opposite-facing arc of her genitalia. Nonetheless, she cherished my dwindling hardness in her mouth, until the embers of orgasm finally faded in an asymptotic curve toward zero. I hoped the neighbors would not be alarmed. “Can I?” I looked down at it. “And for you, sir?” he looked back at me. She angled around with a mysterious grin, and somehow manged to rotate a hundred and eighty degrees, so that she was now facing me, all the while still impaled on my still-stiff rod. Felicity sat on folded knees, watching us fuck. We kissed again and again, ever so sweetly. “I am too 18,” she shouted angrily. Our unintended affection was soon over as she twisted back viciously to the bouncer, brandishing her wallet. I stepped through the high-ceilinged cool darkness of the lobby, to open the next door down a long hallway past the entrance to the pub adjoining the pizza bar. “You know,” she pointed out with a grin, “You’re getting harder from talking about this.”
“OK, but isn’t it wrong to imagine something against the law?
