Jealousy and Tenderness

Jealousy and Tenderness

They crawled into bed with me and I instantly wondered if he was sleeping in the other room. I felt selfish and indulgent for nearly thirty seconds before they kissed in front of me and I realized it wasn’t about me at all.  I was in bed with them, he was asleep on...
We’re Not Putting on Clothes

We’re Not Putting on Clothes

  “If someone comes to look at the apartment, we’re not putting on clothes,” I said as we sat mostly naked in the window, our wine glasses still full. “They’ve seen naked people before,” she said, nodding in fierce agreement. We had just two weeks left, and our...
Her Eyes and Mouth

Her Eyes and Mouth

  Some days it’s easier to imagine I’m her instead. It’s a common enough fantasy I suspect, even if we don’t discuss it or let it out to play very often. But I’ve spent enough time daydreaming and enough time writing that it slips in more easily than it might....
The Hammock

The Hammock

The hammock itself was slightly musty, and it smelled like the old house just as I remembered it: a combination of mildew, wood smoke, and spring rain. It was old wood, apple cider on the stove top, and the honeysuckle in the backyard. In the winter it was the smell...
No Words For Her Lips

No Words For Her Lips

Why am I thinking about fucking her now? Was it the one photo I saw with the swinging breasts, the curved hips and the smile that knew things I didn’t yet know? Maybe it’s simply that nostalgia feels safer than reality, and maybe it’s that she let in parts of myself...
Falling For Piper

Falling For Piper

  If it was possible to write a story of gluttony, lust, and sloth without a moralistic ending then it would be our story, because we fell into decadence without so much as a hint of guilt or a moment of regret. There were challenges as there always were, but...