Talking dirty
Some months ago, Liza and I were chatting about writing ideas, and I suggested she write about something that turns[…]
Read moreSome months ago, Liza and I were chatting about writing ideas, and I suggested she write about something that turns[…]
Read more[Don’t miss P’s orgasm, at the end of this post….] Some minutes pass. I stroke your hair, gently. I hadn’t[…]
Read moreThey waited, wordlessly. The line moved slowly, but finally, finally, they were next. She looked up at him, as if[…]
Read moreI know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files.[…]
Read moreYou know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all[…]
Read moreThe Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two[…]
Read moreWriting about, reading about, fucking I did almost two years ago, I’m reminded of how passive I was when fucking,[…]
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