Wanting What He Wants

Wanting What He Wants

“He wants to fuck me up the ass,” she said, lying in my bed. We had fucked for a half hour and were staring out at the city with smiles on our faces. “Don’t tell me that,” I moaned, my hand sliding down her back. “Are you going to let him?” “Why shouldn’t I tell you...
Lazy Summer Sex

Lazy Summer Sex

That dreamy summer sex keeps creeping back. That sunscreen, tan-line, gin and lime sex keeps looking up and asking for more. It’s that white linen blanket, cool breeze through the window, and sun-lit hairs on her arms sex that’s calling to me. For us, it was that lazy...
Our Sexual Debut

Our Sexual Debut

The knock on my door resulted in a large paper grocery bag full of my things being unceremoniously dumped out on the front porch without a word. “Here’s your shit,” was implied in the gesture, and so I watched her walk back to her mother’s car, the end complete as I...