November 2010
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Very Casual Sex
They talked nearby as we fucked on the couch, and I wondered if this is what they meant by casual sex. We may have been playing scrabble for all the attention they paid us, and nothing felt wrong. There wasn’t a sin in the room, and even as she moved from my lap to lying on her back with her legs spread wide, they simply smiled.
Guy New York
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Enough To Keep Me Thankful
Rhyming Jenny sat between The Dirty Gentleman and me with something in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered, but her smile was subtle and neither of us knew what she was up to. He passed his glass of whiskey over her lap to my waiting hand and when I took a sip I realized that we always share one glass. It happened easily the first time and without even thinking about it turned into a habit. The one...
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Sea Salt and Butter
If I write about you, it may say more about me than you. For example, if I say that the nipple of your left breast is the color of eggplant and tastes of sea salt and butter, whom am I describing? If I write about the color of your hair against my hand, is the color more important than the fact that I love how it feels against my skin? At the exact place where the bottom of your breast rises from...
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Katie West: Love →
From the ever delightful Katie West:
“Oh, I’ve missed this cock.”
Right after she said it, she looked up at him sheepishly, “But I’ve missed you, too. It’s not like your cock is the greatest thing about you. I remember once really appreciating your superior intellect, loyalty, great sense of humor, and mad dancing skillz.”
The…
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New York Is Too Much For Me
She makes an appearance only when the weather gets cold. She comes back to the city from wherever she lives and she brings a month of debauchery that I can’t always follow. Most of the time I can barely speak in her presence, and sometimes she even notices. “New York is too much for me,” she says as she steps outside to smoke. She only smokes when she’s here, and I often wonder who she is when...
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The Edge of Coming
We talked ourselves to the edge of coming before we left the bar. Fancy cocktail bars still feel like dress up to me and I suppose that’s part of the appeal. It’s not my natural habitat, so I hide in the shadows and play pretend as I sip my drink. With her it’s the other way around, and the bar opens its red velvet tongue to welcome her in. It all vanished as we slipped into a corner and when...
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A Too Ugly Hat
“Do you want to fuck in the bathroom?” “No, I’m too tired to get it up.” “How about you watch me fuck someone else in the bathroom?” “I didn’t bring my camera tonight. Maybe next weekend?” We both turned back to the bar and she took a sip from her beer as I drank my Manhattan. I thought about kissing her right there and wondered if it might slow us down enough. Sometimes a terrible kiss is just...
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Beginnings and Ends
The beginnings of things are always so much easier than the ends. The first time I kissed you was in fall. You were sitting on my lap and your hair was a tangled mess between my fingers. You tasted of cinnamon gum and our kiss lasted forever. We moved to a bedroom and we didn’t stop kissing until the sun rose, and if I pay attention I can still remember the taste on my lips in the morning. The...
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You Want Me to Tell You Who Should Kneel
“We want you to come home with us,” I said during a lull in the conversation. “But only under one condition,” he added, putting his arm around my shoulder. She was sitting on the bar stool while we were standing, and she looked up at us with a combination of curiosity and doubt. She hadn’t slept with either one of us, and I wasn’t sure at all what she would say. “What’s the condition?” she...
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The Last Night on the Roof
Tonight we decided to fuck before we went out. We went back and forth about where to meet up, but in the end we both knew it would be the roof. It’s just warm enough out, and we’re preparing for what’s to come. We’re preparing for the cold wind and the warm fires, and we’re preparing for the inevitable pressure to fall in love with our one-night stands. It happens each winter, and there’s...
