The air smells incredibly clean. With fruit stuck on the side and some mint and an orchid! His forearm has more muscle than mine. His tongue takes over and explores every part of my mouth. I can lean forward or back a little bit as I bounce on it and each bounce makes me want to do it more. But instead I do as he asks.
Logan. Age: 23.
I step toward him and he has to take me in his arms, and I press my face against his chest and I slide my arms around him, and we just hug for a minute.
Ingrid. Age: 23.
Mr. Santos Part 3 - or, the further adventures of Andy Chao…
My father raises his eyebrows. These smell great, too; all baking and crispy. He looks a little like Tadashi Hamada, but more knowing, almost sly. I take one step toward him and I reach and stroke down his forearm and take his hand and pull it toward my mouth and I slip his big thumb into my mouth and suck on it.