I had only met Allison’s roommate once before, for a few minutes, on my way in as she was on her way out. Denise is cut from a different cloth than Allison. I’ve always dated girls like Allison, quiet, thoughtful, sensitive, simple women. Denise, on the other hand, intimidated me with her strong confident presence the moment I met her. Denise could have run roughshod over someone like me without even noticing. I wasn’t thinking about that, staring at her creamy tits, watching water drip from the tips of her hard brown nipples. I backed away slowly, never relinquishing my view.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov