“It’s a good thing we get along so great in bed,” I said, “Because I don’t think we could ever actually share a meal together.” She agreed. While my cooking skills had warmed the hearts of many, she would not thaw for anything other than deli turkey, like a child. Like her child. Turkey was … Continue reading Jackamo
I’ve been waiting to get this job. Two months now. Two interviews, waiting on a third. I’m starting to have a bad feeling. I think dating has prepared me for this – I know when they don’t want me, I can feel it when they become vacated of interest. It’s palpable. Like when I said … Continue reading The Interview
Jennifer was worn beyond words. And since she came more than she could count or even quantify, I assume she didn’t care that I wasn't going to. After a quick nap she took an uber home. Ten minutes later I was on my Cumslut's porch, fishing the key out of one of her broken clay pots. … Continue reading Game One
Jennifer and I finished fucking and it was a long aggressive session, and I took off the cock rings and I stopped recording, and the bed was on fire so I got up and walked into the living room and sat in the lazyboy and tried to expose as much of my surface area … Continue reading Nothing is Perfect
Lust in the Age of Anxiety 