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Prizes

HAND was in touch with me, saying good morning and that he missed me. I met him in town by chance, and told him I wanted to see him. 2,143 more words

Men

My Favorite Fuck (IIII)

My favorite fuck is the man who, having lived one quarter of his life at war, visits me under the influence of the wolf moon because he doesn’t know what to do with himself without blood on his hands.

My Favorite Fuck (III)

My favorite fuck is the man who always feels a little bit guilty after he’s taken himself out of me – the man in the velvet chair in the corner of the room who, unabashedly, comfortably naked, smiles as he licks the taste of me off of his lips and then winces when he remembers that I am the same age as his daughter.

My Favorite Fuck (II)

My favorite fuck is the forty-year-old retired marine, the man with callouses like cat-o-nine tails who’s lips leave landmines in my belly.

My Favorite Fuck (I)

My favorite fuck is the girl with the crooked cerulean widows-peak and a chipped front tooth wearing a torn Jesus Jones t-shirt, slow dancing in beams of dirty sunlight filtering through grime-caked windows, catching cockroaches like fireflies in cracked mason jars.

The Obsession pt. 2

I can’t leave these two alone. Their little love affair has become a bit of an obsession in my dreams, so it may be a few parts. 1,779 more words

Erotica