“I think by now you know I like you very much.”
“But do you like my cunt?” she asked, looking down at herself.
“I adore it. I worship it,” he said.
“Because,” she went on, “I used to look at it in the mirror sometimes and wonder whether a man would like it. It seems such a strange thing, all the little folds and wrinkles, and then if you part them there’s this hole. Is that really attractive?”
“It really is,” he said.
“How does my cunt compare with others?” she asked. “How do they differ?”
“They vary quite a bit,” he said. “Some women have cunts like little girls, everything tucked away, neat and tidy so that all you see is a slit. Others have very fleshy lips which protrude, almost like the petals of a flower. Yours is somewhere in between, not just a slit, but with pretty little pi
