September 2010
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Enough
I can’t look at her without remembering that we slept together.
I don’t know how often if crosses her mind when we stand talking in a crowd, and I don’t know if she remembers—when she touches my arm—that she used to hold it with both hands. Sometimes I kiss her cheek and it all comes back in a rush and I have to sit down or walk away. Most often I just smile. One night she told me...
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What Did You Like Best?
We always talk when we’re done. We lie next to each and often ask the same question: what did you like best? “I liked when you told me not to come. I thought it was too late, but you stopped and looked at me, and my whole body tensed up around me.” She looks at me after she’s answered and I know it’s my turn. Everything comes to mind at once, and I have trouble forming words. There’s no...
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My Darling Giraffe
The first time they walked a giraffe through the streets of Japan people came out of their houses and stared in awe at this alien creature bobbing it’s head high over the buildings.
This was what if felt like the first time I watched her take my cock into her mouth. My eyes were wide open and all I could do was stare and tremble. Her lips were pink and full, and it was the greatest mystery...
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Central Park in The Rain
The thunder should have been a warning. Instead, we just stared up at the sky over the park and ooh’d and ah’d at the light show above. It wasn’t until we actually felt the first drop of rain that we polished off the bottle of wine and threw the remains of our picnic into our bags. It started falling heavier and faster as we made our way down the path, and suddenly we had a choice. To the...
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A Simple Nostalgia Fetish
I sometimes wonder if nostalgia is sexy because it’s how I fantasize. When I lie down, or wake up, or crawl into the shower I let my mind wander and see where it lands. Often the things that turn me on are memories, sometimes real and sometimes imagined, but they always bring back more than just one or two senses. I remember the smell of my mother’s living room after my first threesome with...
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Fucking the Truth
If Rhyming Jenny can’t tell a lie, then Sophie is the exact opposite. Every word that comes out of her mouth is an invention, and while sometimes they’re true, they’re always designed to do as much damage as possible. “Are they back together? I saw them in a corner last night,” she’d say, knowing just how he’d react. I don’t know if she enjoyed watching things fall apart, or if she even thought...
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Your Turn to Make Coffee
I woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that the covers were gone. She lay next to me with one knee up and the backs of her thighs were impossible. Her hair covered her face and her right shoulder pushed slightly forward. I stared at the soft curve of her ass and remembered what it was like to be inside her and I was suddenly wide awake. I didn’t touch her or wake her, but I didn’t...
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Last Night's Bourbon
I walked into her bar the next day knowing it was a bad idea. After a night like that, it’s best to let memories do all the hard work while leaving the thinking and talking out of it, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know what it felt like to see her again, and I wanted to know if we could slip back into friendship or if it was simply over. She smiled when I walked in and I couldn’t read...
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Writing and Kissing
Kissing is often like writing. Ninety-eight percent of the time I have to pay close attention. I have to focus completely, respond in just the right way—building tension and letting it fall—and when something feels just right do more of it. It’s about texture and pacing along with taste and pressure, and it’s completely wonderful. Two percent of the time I just stop thinking and...
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Like A Wet Dog
She walked in looking like a wet dog. Her hair was matted across her forehead and her makeup was running down her cheeks. Her shirt was soaked all the through and clung to her body in all the right places. “Can I offer you my shirt?” I asked when she sat down next to me. She stared for a moment, and I could see her thinking about it. “That’s the best offer I’ve had all day,” she finally said....
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