The boy’s taste

I used to think for a long time that I was able to get into a good con­ver­sa­ti­on with peop­le having the stran­gest opi­ni­ons. And it took qui­te a while befo­re I reco­gni­zed that that was an over­esti­ma­ti­on of my capa­ci­ties. The­re are peop­le I’m too unwil­ling to get into con­ver­sa­ti­on with.
Mari­el­la­El­la is not that kind of per­son. I’m sure tal­king to her can be a walk in the park. But she is able to ask ques­ti­ons whe­re­of I don’t have a tiny clue how to ans­wer them:


Well, asto­nis­hin­gly enough it’s the boys she fucks. I was told the tas­te depen­ded on what boys ate befo­re. I never thought on how to make it beco­me deli­cious. This seems to be her topic. A topic girls talk about? For what? To expe­ri­ence boys depen­ding on their tas­te?

And also the­re are boys to crea­te a “chai-esque” tas­te? AND it has a ting­ling after-effect? What else are the­se guys able to crea­te? I’m com­for­ta­ble in not being able to com­pe­te with tho­se super­he­roes or James Bonds but this seems to be way bey­ond my capa­ci­ties, too!

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