papa who likes to kiss. who likes grabbing me by my cheeks and sticking his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting my recently eaten sweets, refusing to let me back up for air so that, when he does eventually pull back, I’m gasping and panting and struggling to catch my breath. Eventually he puts me on his lap and we do it all over again, for long stretches of time while he’s pushing and pulling at my hips to make me hump him. “Don’t you wanna learn how to kiss, kid? Practice makes perfect, hm?”


















