Pushed to One Side

Pushed to One Side

  “That’s a beautiful outfit, but it looks complicated,” she said slowly. I nodded in agreement as we stood in the back of the crowd watching the show. “I tend to prefer things that can either be lifted up or pushed to the side,” I said. It was the truth,...
A Threesome Minus One

A Threesome Minus One

We climbed into the bed tired as fuck. Too much driving, too much red wine, all the stresses of traveling had beat us up and spit us out. The bed was big though, and we left our clothes on the floor before turning out the lights. “I wish she was here too,” he...
Love is Many Things

Love is Many Things

  Love is many things. It’s my yes and her no, spoken with honest kindness on the tongue. It’s how she laughs when, with a hand between her legs, I whisper the wrong thing. Love is lying next to each other making ourselves come when we’re too tired for anything...
The Taste of Never Ending Summer

The Taste of Never Ending Summer

One summer afternoon, years ago, three friends found a fleeting moment of bliss that meant nothing at all. “I’ll go in if you guys go first,” she said, her voice a challenge and an invitation. All three of us stood on the rock looking down at the smooth lake with...