𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

How wonderful.

How strange.

He isn't what I expected when my mother had asked me if I had a lover when I would speak with her in my teens.

If I remember then, then my description of someone would be a woman, short but tall slim legs. Large breast. Small ass. A model.

It's funny how in three months my preferences had changed. He was short, but not too short. Beautiful meaty thighs, long but meaty. I could stay between them for the rest of my life if I could.

I liked blondes. He was a ravenette. I liked women with blue eyes. His were a beautiful onyx. I liked intellectuals. His intelligence was beyond comparability. He was a phenomenon and he didn't know it. His overthinking self would always belittle himself. I liked women who had small asses, his wasn't too big nor too small. It was bubbly, his soft round cheeks felt so good against the skin of my hands.

I liked dark skins, he was pale so pale that he'd remind me of a doll made of glass every time I'd see him. Every time I would like to touch him, I hold myself back. Thinking that maybe he isn't comfortable, I understand that this is new to him and it is for me as well.

I sit in the bar drinking the beer that's given to me and I look around, the stool beside me squeaks and I find a woman.

She sits there, dark skin was shining under the lighting. She wore a blue dress breast put into the corset top of the top, hugging her curves. I liked his curves better. Then the skirt stopped mid-thighs, showcasing her long slender legs. I preferred his legs over anything.

Blue eyes, dirty blonde hair. Red lipstick though I now preferred his natural pink ones.

"Hi." She says and I nod while drinking my beer.

"I'm Carla." Putting her hand out I shake it to not be an asshole towards her.

"Jimin," I say and she nods, grabbing her Martini off the counter.

"So do you you do for a living?" I look at her and shrug.

"I'm a professor at the university. I teach English. How about you?" I ask and she grins, "I'm working at an office, I'm the marketing manager." I nod and I sip my beer.

I feel her finger touch my arm and I look down at her, she smiles. Eyes glinting with seductiveness, she moves closer to me her finger trailing down my chest to rest it on top of my clothed cock.

"So what turns you on Jimin?" She whispers and she moves closer to me. I chuckle and I move closer to her as well.

"Someone who has common sense," I say and I pull away, I move her hand away. She scoffs.

"Are you insisting that I don't have it?"

"You said it not me," I say while shrugging and drinking my beer.