the sensualist

I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— that male unknowableness. Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges, you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from a marble and you just want to run your hands over. And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits, casual, careless, not fussy or particular, and his warm firm and Implacable hands. Oh, God. Gimmie some. “Sensuality is connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying). “It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.” “No,” I winced, shaking my head no, “that’s not true.” “Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos. . . Songs for this: this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE golden hour by JVKE . . Our cast Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady. Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major. Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).