I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.” “And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we've cleared that up, can you get on with it?
He breathed a deep ahh and said, “Where did you learn to do that?” “Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.” He laugh...
Drazen’s lips were more than lips; they were the physical memory of myself before I shut out sex to pursue music.
What is your type?" I shrugged. "Non-existent.
