She wore an elegant white cocktail dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, raven black hair cascading down her back but kept clear of he... forehead, cream colored heels that complemented her skin and in her hands a flute of champagne. She stood in front of an erotic painting and admired the flourish and brushwork of the artist, taking particular interest in the expressions of the lovers as they wrap their arms around each other in a passionate embrace. "The expressions are nowhere. I came close to inviting a certain guy to my hotel, but in the end I chickened out and had a wank instead. The feeling of getting that close to getting a guy in my hotel room stuck with me, and stills gets me aroused every now and then. So earlier this week I was in London and I decided to download Grindr again one bored night in my hotel room. I was only there for 2 nights so I figured, why not!? On the first night I had a couple of nice conversations with a couple of young guys. The guy who. Even though I was still genetically a boy, I wasn'tsure I had the physical strength, especially against a colleged agedgirl. At this point though, I felt like if it came to fisticuffs I'dfight like black girls usually fought, with flappy arms, hair-pulling,and weak wrist-slaps. "Ryan" would be mortified but I figured I'd flaparound like a curvy black girl. I could scratch this bitch with my nails!!"Yeah, we'll I's be here and talkin' to him," said Kiana as she juttedherself forward. But I. No more. You guys are my friends, and that’s it. It’s simple. You’re all hot, and I’m a guy, and therefore I want to have sex with you. Biology 101. From here on out, we’ll just keep things fun, okay? I’ll just wait until college before I start looking for a serious girlfriend.” My little rant caught Liz off guard—she wasn’t expecting to suddenly find herself on the other side of the argument. She agreed with me, though I detected a touch of sadness in her voice. We both returned to the hot tub.