Cupcakes & Sex
Are we what we wear?
It’s a luxurious Saturday afternoon and I’m waiting in line at Magnolia Bakery in New York. If you’ve ever walked past Magnolia, you know that there’s always a ridiculous line that wraps around the building at all hours of the day. I still have about 30 minutes to wait before I’m allowed in, but I’m already orgasming in anticipation of that $8 box of cupcakes. Seconds later, another reason to come walks past, and he’s wearing skinny dark denim jeans, pointy, black patent leather shoes, a white v-neck t-shirt and this fire-engine red single-breasted coat. I...
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