Then Salomé asked, “What do you like?” “I … I don’t really know.” “Come on,” she kissed her earlobe, “tell me.” “I—” Taiye hesitated, shook her head, and chuckled. “I like you.” “Oh.” Salomé’s face softened. She held Taiye’s gaze for a long time. At the core of it, for Taiye, it was a simple matter of closeness. Two people, sometimes more, feeding a hunger to touch and be touched, kissing, naked—it was the intimacy of it that she found most arousing. Though varied, her appetites weren’t terribly sophisticated. Beyond the fact of pleasure, it was merely the thrill of being with someone.
