December 2010
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Will You Still Fuck Me Next Year?
The dressing room was large enough for me to sit and watch her remove her clothes. “Hand me the red one,” she said. She was standing in her Christmas underwear, but New Years was right around the corner. I held up the dress, but pulled her to me with my free hand, keeping the soft fabric just out of reach. “I like you better without the dress on.” I told her. She kissed my chin and I slid a...
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Heartbroken in the Morning
I had a dream that left me heartbroken in the morning. She’s just a girl I follow on Tumblr and I’ve never met her. There was nothing epic about the dream, and there was no abundance of skin to cloud my emotions, but I awoke with a longing I couldn’t understand. In the dream we simply held each other and kissed and it was like a summer camp crush meets love at first sight. I pushed her hair from...
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Coffee on Christmas
“Will you make me coffee on Christmas morning before anyone arrives?” “Of course.” “With eggnog?” “I’ll make you coffee with everything.” “What’s everything?” “Love, sex, need, cream, cinnamon, presents, hope, want, the smell of pine trees in winter, flannel sheets, a fire place, honey, sugar, and a giant fucking bow made of oral sex and handjobs.” “And fucking too?” “Yes. I’ll include as much...
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Other Men Don't Fuck Me
“Why do you like sharing me?” “We each have to make our own…” “Bullshit!” she said, interrupting me. “Don’t give me any of that progressive poly crap. You didn’t hold my hair away from my face last week as your best friend fucked my mouth because it’s my body. You don’t hold me by the throat and kiss me as they take turns fucking my cunt because it’s what being open is all about.”...
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What Are They Doing?
Every time we fuck in her bed she pretends they’re watching us. We’ve never fucked in a bar, a cab, or a back alley. We’ve never gone to parties together and we hardly even kiss on the front stoop. We close the door instead, we hang our clothes up with perfect folds, and we hold each other tenderly. Her touch is gentle and warm and no one gets tied up. “Are they watching?” she asks and I...
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What I Do
“Do exactly what I do.” When I reached around her and unbuttoned her corduroys she tensed for a moment before reaching out and grabbing our friend by the loops on her jeans. I waited with just the button undone until she caught up, and then I slid down her zipper with as much force as I could muster. She let our whimpers as she followed along, and I wondered what she was thinking. Did she even...
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Trying to Dance
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she whispered in my ear as we tried to dance in the packed bar. I kissed her and tried to imagine her naked body against mine, but I knew it would lead to just one thing: disappointment. It wouldn’t be mine either. We’d tear at each other’s clothes and we’d kissed until our lips were swollen, but it would end the same way. We’d go back to her place and...
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I Want You and I Want You
The difference between “I want you” and “I want you” is all in the sound of her voice. When we’re kissing and talking at the bar it’s a simple matter of preference. It’s an expectation or a hope, and there’s reason behind it that can be worked out. I tell her I want her as well, and we smile and keep talking as if the world hadn’t just changed. Later in the evening, when she’s beneath me...
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Coming and Crying
“I’ve done those things.” I looked up at a woman I’d never seen before and found her pointing at my book on the bar. I had just gotten my copy of Coming and Crying signed by the editors and I had nearly forgotten it was sitting in plain view. “At the same time?” Fuck, I must be drunk to ask that. It was too late though, and somehow she sat down rather than walked away. She wasn’t flirting, but...
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Six Dates Is Too Long
“We’re never going to manage it here,” I mumbled as she undid my belt. It was loud out there and the bathroom was clean but impossibly small. We had had six dates before then and none of them ended at one of our apartments. There was always someone somewhere, or simply not enough time for our hands to discover what our eyes had devoured all month. She had to reach through three layers of...