Cute Korean

What if the girl was lying out there, attacked and hurt like that? I pull the waistband down, and you raise your hips slightly as I roll the little garment down your thighs, over your knees, up your raised shins and off your feet. When it was time to go he said he’d walk me home, as though I don’t know this town better than I do the back of my hand. I kiss down your ribs, using the tip of my tongue to tickle your side, making you wriggle. Don’t worry about a thing. To be like me isn’t something I would wish on anyone. “I’m sorry I finished so soon.”

“It’s just beginning,” I say, as I kiss my way back down your body, until I reach your knickers. I didn’t take the call and then she got all miffed. But I’d watched her since then, got to know more about her, and this time I’d been sure I’d plant the image of me in her dreams.