Tonight, after class, my lover kept holding my face. You know, like his fingers are pressing my cheeks and he kept saying “Icecream! Icecream!” and I kept looking around and going “where? where?” and I was pretty much confused. And I asked him why he was holding my face that way and he went “Icecream! Icecream!” and as I looked away, he tried to lick my face!
And that’s when I partially understood. Then because it took me so long to understand what he was trying to do, he explained to me.
Apparently, his hand was the cone and my face was the ice cream. -_-
