“It was nice.” Ayame finally responded. Miroku smiled at how simple the answer was. Of course it was nice, could it have been anything else? He took another drink and nodded.
“Tell me about it.” He said. He had rarely had the opportunity to talk to others about how life was supposed to be. Every now and then he could coax a few stories from someone he had bedded, but in most cases they didn’t want to discuss personal details. He understood, his company wasn’t usually kept for conversation.
“Tell me about it.” He said. He had rarely had the opportunity to talk to others about how life was supposed to be. Every now and then he could coax a few stories from someone he had bedded, but in most cases they didn’t want to discuss personal details. He understood, his company wasn’t usually kept for conversation.
