“What does it taste like?” I asked her.
I’m hungry to taste Celeste’s cunt. Scheduling has prevented me from leering at it. But I’m hungry for it.
“I don’t know. Tart?” she said. “It’s subtle.”
Conversation ensued. We discussed Pam’s pussy. How it is that a woman might not know what she tastes like. I mentioned V, who thinks her pussy is fucking delicious. And who is 100 percent correct.
Celeste doesn’t think her pussy is fucking delicious. It doesn’t turn her on. Or off. But. She knows what she tastes like.
Which distinguishes her from me.
Maybe she doesn’t like it.