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affection, it casts its dignity aside and makes an absolute floozy of itself!
I wondered what sort of trauma had made her act the way Aihi did, and I had a
brief romantic knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of being the one who soothed
and kissed away Aihi pain and fear. Strange as it may seem, I believe I was
beginning to fall in love with her. This realization filled me with sadness
since I knew what Aihi now thought of me. Was I really guilty of anything? I
didn't intentionally spy on her, I hadn't tried to rape Aihi or anything.....
I just COULDN'T help myself from watching. I knew how weak this argument
sounded, and in despair I went back to my Aihi gallery room convinced I'd never speak to
her again. In the shower I remembered Aihi wet fingers on her erect nipple, and
...(cont.)
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