. “Will you have me for your slave and paramour?” she asked. Desi sex “We should hunt,” I said. She held a rare copy of Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Longfellow that I’d found on a serendipitous trip to a bookstore on Dauphine Street. Until the night I met Henri Dauterive, I lived in a world devoid of light. I was enraged. She laid her head against my shoulder. I opened my mouth to tell her I didn’t think it was possible, but closed it again. I frowned. Her tongue was like velvet undulating against my hard cock as she sucked while lifting her head before plunging back down. I was lost in my beautiful lover again. Infanticide. Her tongue vanished back into her mouth and she swallowed greedily, laughing as I rolled with her to pin her beneath me. She had found the library. “I love Longfellow,” she said curling up
