“I hope you don’t mind I have a question to ask you.” He said quite bashfully.

“It’s quite silly really.” I smirk.

“If a question should be asked, I would no less assume it was silly. Go on.” He stirs in his chair.

He is sitting across from me, across the room. In a chair no less, that seems to have survived a World War Two bunker. He brings a cigarette to his lips, inhales, he lets the reverse oxygen settle for only a moment before exhaling oxygens bitter counter-part.

“I was just wondering what you thought when you look up at the clouds and see them moving across the sky.” He appears to be rid of all his anxiety, all that’s left is anticipation.

The anticipation of the thoughts and feels my answer is going to evoke. I’m used to such pressures. I take a long winded drawl on my cigarette, and stare at the condensation that’s perspiring on my glass.

“That is by far the silliest question I have heard today,” I say wryly “However, it does beckon and answer doesn’t it?” He nods.

I continue “If I am looking up at the clouds as they move across the western sky, I would imagine that I am thinking of how they’re a representation of time passing us by. Whether they’re coming is no matter. Whether they’re heading north, south, west or perhaps east they’re taking time with them. And not for a moment, I mind you, will I feel lost in time, stationary. I am very much a moving cloud myself. For I know no which way I will go, or what I will bring with me. Because I will have my past, my present, and my future. My time. For you see there is no difference between me and a cloud, because eventually we both find our way.”

He’s staring blankly at me, mouth slightly opened. His cigarette is a bundle of packed ashes who’ve lost their light.

“It’s terribly bad manners to gape so candidly, you know.” He returns, “Oh, I’m sorry. I was lost in the words coming from you. They took me someplace I never knew had seen light.” He sighs.

I want him, I want him next to me.

“Come here” I say. “Sit next to me, and I will tell you more. You can stare all you want, your black eyes are they perfect canvas.”

Mindlessly he agrees.

1. Describe first sexual experience.
2. Virgin or not? If not what was it like?
3. Longest relationship?
4. Sexual orientation.
5. How many boyfriends have you had?
6. Any fetishes? If so ewhat are they?
7. Shortest relationship?
8. Describe best sexual experience.
9. Describe worst sexual experience.
10. What body type do you prefer your partner to have?
11. Funniest sexual experience?
12. How many people have you had sex or sexual experiences with?
13. What’s your opinion on oral sex?
14. What’s your opinion on anal sex?
15. Favorite sex position?
16. Something you’ve been told you’re good at in bed?
17. Ever done anything kinky? If so what?
18. Describe the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend

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