The Bonding Solution by Tiny Sexy Girl (WebArchive)

When did this all start? Probably after my party. Yes, that had to be it.

I'd had a few friends over. Nothing major, just five or six friends who sat around and had a few drinks and pretty much bullshitted the night away. It's went on like that until about 1 AM, at which point I had to chase everyone out 'cause I'd had a very long day and I was ready to hit the sack.

Kim had stayed to help me put things away. Kim was someone I'd known since college. We'd taken classes together our last two years, and we'd been friends for the last five years since graduation. Kim was a classical beauty, at least to me. She was truly gorgeous. She was Chinese, with a slim figure and pert breasts and lovely black hair that reached just past her shoulders. She'd been born in Beijing, lived there three years, then left China with her parents when they immigrated to Holland. She'd lived in Amsterdam until she was sixteen, then her family moved to the US.

She was something of a free spirit. She once told me that growing up in "the land of legal prostitution and drugs" will do that to a person if they have an open mind. She knew a lot of things about art and literature and architectural design, stuff that I knew little about. She liked to dress in what some would call a "provocative" fashion, with very short skirts, reveling tops and high heels. She did drugs in moderation and really didn't care to drink. She mentioned one time that she masturbated at least once a day, and preferred dildos to the real thing.

Needless to say, she had an active imagination as well...