ACE
Avalon stands in a still motion, her clothes in her arms used as shields to hide her body. A body that I’ve already seen, and tasted not as many times as I would like. It’s amazing just how her mind can switch against her. I’m one of those lucky people who don’t have that little voice telling them they're not good looking or they’re not attractive enough for someone.
I am gorgeous. I know that. If I could f**k myself, I would. I wish I could take myself out because I am too f*****g fine. The only issue with dating myself is that we’d both be stubborn, and dominant. And even then, I'd still wanna date myself. My mind never brings up that tone that says I’m not good enough. Yeah, I don’t think I’m good for Avalon. But that doesn’t involve my looks.
There are other factors in play.
