August 2010
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Awe and Remembrance
The only rule was that everyone had to remain fully clothed. In all honesty it was the hostess’s fetish, but we hardly put up a fight. She wanted us in suites and ties with long black dresses and perfect stocking. She wanted to hear zippers, watch straps fall off shoulders, and generally enjoy the pile of well-dressed bodies scattered throughout her apartment. My date cancelled at the last...
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A Piano and Her Hands
She came up behind me as I was playing the piano and gently rubbed my shoulders. I kept playing, pretending she wasn’t there, and she moved down to my chest beneath my light cotton shirt. I took a deep breath and moved on to the next page as she unbuttoned it, and I could feel her breath in my ear.
“I want you to play me too,” she whispered as her fingers grazed my skin.
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Twitter and Such
Last night I was out having drinks with a friend at Docs, and of course I was tweeting every once in a while about nothing important. I threw out an offhand comment about how difficult it would be to introduce one’s girlfriend to one’s in-laws, and suddenly we had a challenge on our hands. The charming @eroticnotebook offered to exchange a terribly filthy limerick for one about said...
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When Autumn Leaves
New York isn’t the same when she leaves. “Autumn,” I say when she calls to tell me goodbye, “we don’t do well without you. We need you to keep us sane.” “I love you all,” is what she tells me, and she means it too. There is longing in her voice—she cries whenever she goes—but go she does, and there’s nothing to be done about it. When she comes back, it’s another thing. She blows...
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Fuck You Again
I didn’t think she wanted to fuck me until she told me that she wanted to fuck me. She was younger, I was older, and we had known each other for all of three days. “I want to fuck you,” she said, “but I’m worried you might fall in love with me.” “Why’s that?” I asked as I pulled her onto my lap. “Because I have the tightest pussy in New York, and I can do terrible things with my mouth.” I...
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Things Break
We fell in love at the same time. We even fell in love with each other at the same time. We just didn’t do it the same way. I fell in love with her voice and the way she ordered drinks at the bar. I fell in love with how she did her hair and how she got dressed in the morning. I loved the way she stood on her tip-toes to kiss me and I loved how she wrote songs in the shower that she later...
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to...”
– Roberto Bolaño speaking of Stéphane Mallarmé’s quote The flesh is sad—and I’ve read every book. (via frenchtwist) (via fuckyeahtumblrsilove)
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While You Watch?
Somehow I knew he was going to ask me to fuck his wife. He told me to stay after class, and he invited me out for a beer around the corner. He talked around it for a while, telling me how much his wife enjoyed visiting class the day before, and how she found my questions insightful. I was young and cocky, and I helped him out by saying how pretty she was, and by the end of our first beer he...
