The deliciousness of flirting
Dear God, Wesley is delicious. I mean visually, I mean in terms of touch and smell and in terms of manners. I would describe him as an animal with style. He’s not ashamed of using his body to tease a woman, his words and charm to seduce a woman. With Wesley black skin is a implement used to remind women that deep down we are animals too. We need to fuck, to hurt, to compete, to disparage, all the not so nice things within the instinct lexicon. What was most thrilling of all, was that Wesley had targeted me. I knew the stories of course. Jenny and her husband had moved away after Wesley got her pregnant. Mixed race babies were not so readily received in the neighbourhood. I knew that Phillip had been reduced …