August 2011
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Too Long
We waited too long.
By the time I pulled her shirt off I had come so many times to the thought of her breasts that it felt familiar. By the time I slipped fingers inside her it was like a memory all wrapped up in dream, but her moans were something new. Her voice was unimaginable.
Her roommate was out. My girlfriend was out. In other words, her room was empty and we had our hands on each other...
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The Party... (From Hana)
Hana and I whispered back and forth with a giggle or two in between. She knelt on the floor facing them before leaning down and kissing John’s bottom lip. I climbed behind her and was inside her before I could think, and I nearly slipped out of reality as I tried to take everything in.
Sarah and I were looking at each other as we both moved our bodies, and our two partners kissed and nibbled...
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Hurricane Sex
“Can we have hurricane sex?”
“Is that where we get super drunk, close all the windows, lock up the cats, and crank the Daft Punk?”
“Um, I was just thinking we’d stay in bed all day and fuck so loudly we can’t hear the thunder.”
“Then yes. Yes we can.”
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Cutting Her Hair
She cut off her hair without telling me.
I knocked on the door and a woman I didn’t recognize opened it. I knew her smile and her lips, and I knew the color of her eyes and her slightly misaligned ears. I knew the slight turn of her nose and the freckles across her shoulder, but other than that she was a stranger to me.
“Do you like it?”
I kissed her and pushed her back into the apartment...
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The Jesus Candle
She told me Jesus was the first person to fuck her up the ass.
She was in school and she had never even tried it there, but she was curious and adventurous all at the same time. She crawled into the bath and looked around for something perfect. Actually, she looked around for anything that might work at all. All the bottles were too big or shaped the wrong way. The brush was wooden and full of...
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Brotastic
“Duuuude,” he said slurring his words just the right amount.
“Wuuzup?” I asked, dating myself by inflection.
“Have you, like, ever sucked cock?”
“Sure,” I said a bit more soberly. That question meant more than “have you ever” and we both knew it. I let him keep going.
“Did you like it? I mean, was it...
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Megan Says
Megan says she’ll fuck me even though she doesn’t normally like boys.
She tells me that every once in a while she gets a longing for cock and that one night soon she’ll call me up, and I should be ready to answer without pause. She says when it comes, it’s a need that has to be fulfilled before she thinks better of it.
Megan told me once that she wanted me to taste her because she was curious...
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This is Not About You
“Did you really have to fuck him?”
“Did you really have to get your cock sucked?”
“How is that related at all? You don’t even like him all that much, and you told me it was just going to be a fucking drink. Now you come home with a shit eating grin on your face and your panties in your goddamn purse.”
“And you didn’t even tell me you were...
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April 30: Alice
Having multiple partners means knowing whom to ask which questions.
I was sitting next to Alice at Lilly’s Bar one afternoon and she was making something out of her napkin. Her drink was nearly untouched and her coat was still on. She ordered a burger—rare—and once again she had forgotten her phone. She was exactly the right person to ask.
“I think I just asked a girl out,” I...
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Nearly Fucking
When we woke up our bodies were intertwined and we were nearly fucking.
“Did you start this?” she asked with sleepy eyes.
“I thought you did,” I said, as I pulled her leg over me and rubbed the head of my cock against her lips. She kissed my forehead and pulled me closer. I could tell we were both trying to decide if we had enough energy to climb on top of the other, and in the end she was more...
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Being Her
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be her.
My thoughts go from the sweet to the impossible, but I can get lost in them. For a while I wondered if it was voyeurism. Did I just want to watch her doing delightfully naughty things? But somehow that wasn’t it at all.
I want to know what it feels like to be her when she’s kissed for the first time. I want to know exactly how scratchy she likes a...
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