He was even more rigid than usual; back straight and hands tapping a nervous beat on his lap. After a few awkward moments of silence, he finally spoke...“W-would you like to go out to dinner? On Saturday?” I sat there and stared at him for a minute, surprised by the sudden question. It’s not like we haven’t gone on dates before, but he wasn’t even this distressed when asking me out.“Uh…yeah, sure.”“Cool! Great! I’ll set everything up!” He jumped to his feet and left the room, to plan I. "Emily shot back around. "No way am I doing that. I keep my bikini line neatly trimmed, and I get a wax now and again."“You will keep it as bare as the day you were born. Time is money around here, and you don’t want to have to comb jizz outta it every time.”A shocked Emily, mouth open in a shocked gape, had a sudden vision flash of white sticky stuff on her pubic hair.“Look, Gail, may I remind you that I am just supposed to be just observing here. It's not like I am going to have sex with. He dropped some money on the bar made his way to the bathroom. The bathroom was unoccupied so Kevin picked the urinal closest to the door, took his dick out and started pissing.He had just started when another patron came in, stood at the urinal next to Kevin, took his dick out and started pissing. Kevin took a look. He was black, dark skinned, with a nice, fat cock. He'd never seen a black cock before except in movies. This one looked nicer than most of those to him. Even though it wasn't. About a 100 years back, Sigmund Freud had famously confessed that the one great question he could never answer was: "What does a woman want?" Today's Indian men do not seem interested in asking that question, as yet. "Women's sexuality is much more complex than men's ," says clinical psychologist ther****t Shelja Sen of Delhi. "A lot of it is triggered by emotional, intellectual and relationship-based factors rather than the simple physical response required by a man. The brain is the crucial.