.:: I don't want to do it...
I don't want to drink... I just can't help myself when a sexy, older guy gives me a smooth smile and offers me a shot. I know where its headed...
One shot... then two... then four...
Before I know it I'm in some strange motel with my lower extremeties hoisted in the air, undulating in rythem with some man who's name I don't even know.
The next morning I'm left all alone wanting more... but nothings there but some cash strewn carelessly about the dresser or the bedside table. All I have is my imagination, so I sit there feeling those arms around me... those lips pressed hard against my skin... that... well, you don't need to know everything do you?
I know I'm desirable.
I've got that slender, yound build that the heavier men find so enticing. Hell, some women are jealous of my waist line. My eyes are just as black as my hair, which I'm always careful to style just so... I know it doesn't look like it, but theres a lot of work involved in keeping the tousled bed head.
Am I tall?
No, not really.
But I got a set of lips that are sure to make you crawling back for more.
You know you want me...::