Bangkok Buzz
et’s meet at Terminal 21 at 6:00pm, her text message had read. We can grab something to eat and head to my friend’s place from there. By the time we finished eating, it was already dark. I forgot how quickly the night swallows the daylight here.
The Birthday Bash
You fiddle behind her back with one hand to release the clasp of her bra and wonder why so many guys seem to have such a hard time accomplishing this minor feat. It falls to the floor with a soft thump and you place a hand on each of her plump breasts.
Chicago Rare
As if she could hear my inner dialogue, she sat right up, and looked at me dead in the eyes. There was a new alertness about her. Like the hunger that had been riling her up all night had a sudden sobering effect.
Comings and Goings
My hand slinked under the edge of her fitted denim dress, skirting the bare skin of her thigh; the aftershock of her shiver spilled out from her tongue into my mouth. I drank it in like nothing else could ever quench my thirst.
Compliance Risk
I t was busy at the pub that night. No surprise there – this place was always busy. And I know most people are into that, but I don’t really love crowds. My friends tend to disappear on me and it makes reaching the bartender so much more difficult as the night goes on.
Condemned Desire
Snarling, I bit into his shoulder. He moaned violently and flipped me over onto my back. For a fleeting second, he towered over me with angry desire while I laid spread eagle on the ground in front of him. He then plunged back into the pool of passion still flowing freely between my labia.
Conservation Area
She sat upright and noted the rigidity of the wooden cadaver that pressed back up into her. Hunger puckered from her core, grasping at the length of a memory. Shifting her weight from one hip bone to the other, she rocked back and forth over her swelling bud.
Curry On, My Haywardson
“Yes, Michael. I feel you,” she cooed. “I see you.” The way she looked at him when she said it made him believe it unconditionally. It was as if before that very moment, no one had ever truly seen Michael for who and what he really was.
Devotee
W henever my phone went off at some ungodly hour, it was safe to assume that it was Leo. We never made plans ahead of time. I rarely made any attempt to establish contact with him first. Mostly because he was difficult, if not impossible to peg down.
Diamonds and Pearls
I glide along with the chaos in the streets of Nairobi from the back seat of an aged, corroded Toyota sedan. No matter how much the taxi jerks and weaves, how many horns fight for auditory supremacy, how many rogue animals decide without warning that this instant, right now, is the perfect time for them to walk out into unruly traffic, I manage to find a sense of stillness being stuck inside my metal shell between checkpoints.
The Dinner Date
Without pulling away, I turned to face him then, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. The bottle of rose in his hand was cool on my thigh as he urged me in closer for a soft kiss hello, to which I responded with a slight but full-body swoon.
The Edge of Glory
William Barclay probably didn’t have this particular hard thing in mind when he said that. (Or maybe he did, who am I to say? Being a man of the cloth has never been an exemption from having a kink.) But you better believe I’m going to do more than endure and bear this hard thing and turn it into glory tonight.
Expressions of Grief
M other died two days ago. Or perhaps it was three days ago… I can’t quite remember right now. It was in the early morning hours of whatever day it happened. I’ve been caught up in a hurricane of post-Mother ridiculousness ever since.
Girl Talk
She finds herself dreaming about the last time they had spent the night together. She imagines what he smelled like that night – well groomed and rugged mixed with sawdust and oil – and suddenly realizes she doesn’t need to use her imagination anymore.
Hey, Babe.
When she felt him pushing more urgently, more ravenously up into her, she slowed to a halt. “You don’t come until I tell you to now, dear,” she said. “You only exist right now to please me. Understood?” He kept his vow of silence and simply nodded.
Just Dessert
I was strategic when choosing my seat at the table that night, knowing that he would have no choice but to sit across from me. Everyone hugged and kissed, wishing Sarah a happy birthday as we all sat down. Ryan gave me a subtle smile and nod as he took a sip from his water glass.
Just Keep Going
I rested my hand on his forearm and waited for him to look back up at me. My pulse thumped just as hard into the wooden seat beneath me. He just smiled and waited for me to take the kiss that I wanted from him. That’s all I needed; I didn’t give it another thought.
Lucky Shot
M y laughter is so light and twinkly that even I almost believe it. John just finished telling me a funny story that is decidedly not funny. It wasn’t funny the first six times I’d heard it, and it still isn’t funny now.
Making Space
I t wasn’t a Sunday, but it felt like it could be. She had slept later than she normally did, and as she reluctantly slipped closer and closer to full consciousness, she realized that she was caught in a bit of a bind. She really wanted to stay in bed.
Marked
On Mondays, the first alarm is so much louder than any other day of the week. The blankets still have the lingering scent of Sunday sleep-ins, making it exponentially harder to peel out of from between the sheets.
A Night In and Out
He dug his short nails into the flesh covering my hipbones with the conviction of a bull rider. I pounded back into him, urging him on, while my hand raced rapidly around my clit. I knew I wouldn’t come yet, but the fires were definitely stoked, burning hot and bright.
The Slap Bet
N oah shuddered as he rested his hands on either side of my head, encouraging me to stop. I almost didn’t notice his touch until he tugged gently on my hair; I was too busy coating his cock in a generous layer of whiskey-infused saliva. “Come here,” he said, inviting me then to stand.
Strangers on a Train
She breathed in an aroma reminiscent of Italian Renaissance art and timelessly questionable decisions, and lingered in that moment before slowly moving her lips towards his. There comes a point where the physical magnetism tends to take over, allowing the poles to snap together as nature intended. This was one of those moments.
Summer Heat
T he whole night had been a slow, excitingly painful build. Kind of like that orgasm that just won’t release. Hopefully that’s not some brutal foreshadowing for what’s to come. I couldn’t focus on any of the words she was saying. If I watched her lips, I imagined them caressing my neck, my lower back, my inner thighs.
Take It Upstairs
Don’t look at me like that, slut. You know the rules. You made your choices.” She spins on her heel and makes her way over to the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. “I really wanted to be fucked properly today and choke on that lovely cock of yours.
Taking My Time
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having the luxury of taking my time with you. I want to learn how your body reacts to this touch and that breath and this pressure and that stroke and this tug and that delay. I want to feel the full spectrum of your dimensions on my tongue.
Three of Hearts
My heart is pounding against my vocal cords. I take a sip from my glass in an attempt to muffle it, to maintain my air of conviction the best I can. I need to be strong for all three of us right now.
Up Top
I’m melting. My hips try to shift forward, but my bare thighs are stuck to the leather of the car set. I don’t know when my eyes closed, but I opened them to notice that he was looking at me instead of the road. He hand slips down past my panties.
What a Girl Wants
He always asks this question. I want to appreciate it, but it drives me crazy. I never know what to say. I want to answer. I want to know what I want. But it has been so long since I have felt comfortable enough with someone even to consider what that answer might be.