which hole are you diving in first?

You're face to face with an Asian beauty who's already made the decision impossible — every curve demanding your full attention before you've even touched anything.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, that specific hunger that makes your hands restless. You want to grip, to spread, to taste before you commit to anything. You keep looking, weighing, your desire splitting itself between two equally urgent answers.

You already know the choice will ruin you either way. You lean closer, breath warm against soft skin, and let your body make the decision your mind refuses to.