I remember standing in the movie theater staring at a game I couldn’t take my eyes off. It was there, wedged in between the spiral wishing well funnel you dropped coins into and what was essentially a glorified mood ring, where you’d press as hard as you could, and it would tell you how stressed you were — » Read more
“Keep your top on,” she said.
“Sure,” I said, dropping my arms to my sides and then quickly wrapping them around her waist. And as we kissed, I moved my hands up her torso, feeling her body through her shirt. Her chest had its own topography. Subtle places where she came in. Went out. » Read more
The worst threesome I ever had ended before it even started.
It caught me off guard how much I enjoyed kissing Derek. We’d spent some months getting to know each other, but we were mostly just friendly. Social. Hanging out with the one person we had in common.
And now that we were here sitting on his bed, » Read more
“I’ve definitely had attractions to other women,” she says. “Had sex with them, sure. But I’ve never really dated one.”
I grip my coffee cup in my hands more tightly, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through my fingers. I idly think that she’d be a good girlfriend. She’s pretty, » Read more
My first crush was on Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis.
Yes. Both of them. Not Jeff or Geena. Jeff and Geena.
Especially when they were married, during the Earth Girls Are Easy days (and yes, The Fly, but that movie gives me and most other sane peeps the heebie jeebies). » Read more
My wife and I opened our marriage a while ago. Well, opened it at least in theory. We haven’t found anybody yet. Maybe it’s because we live in a conservative area with a lot of religious people, but it’s really been hard finding a woman to date us both (I’m straight, » Read more
“It’s nothing personal, Page,” she says.
We’re sitting in my car. My tiny blue compact, grandma-ed out with a black car bra. Her skin is glowing softly in the parking lot lights flooding into the backseat and just gracing her face.
“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing personal?’” I reply. “You don’t feel the same way about me that I do about you. » Read more
I wasn’t the same woman after it happened, after I slept with a bisexual poly woman who wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
She was so incredibly soft. Her body slipped over me like a silk sheet as we rocked together, to waves only we felt.
I swam under her. » Read more