Entry-Thirteen
Ajala turned out to be a woman in her mid to late forties who, if I had taken Mrs Mapplethorpe for large, was quite gargantuan. Yet, I must confess, her dimensions were more… voluptuous… than grossly… fleshy.
Her lips within an oval shaped face were the deep red of betel, while her hair was of a coal black and braided in a skein of sequined tresses. A faceted stone cut from one of the baser fossils could be seen attached to left nostril and heavy gold rings swung gently from each ear. n*****s I know from experience to be always henna-red seemed to be forever pressed erect against her choice of clothing and heavy bracelets could always be seen upon her wrists.
Each of the above impressions combining upon first meeting to create a sensation of effortless and natural sensual
