But the last time we were together over the summer, it was like Candice was putting on a big show in the bedroom for my benefit. Her moves were practically choreographed, her lines almost like they’d been rehearsed. It was the same old, “spank me, fuck me harder” shit that all women seem to be whipping out lately. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a kinky motherfucker. But fake kink is even worse than vanilla sex, and you can always tell when it’s fake.
