N. Likes

She was standing right there, and I couldn’t not look.

She’s all in black, with lavender lips, and she won’t look at me.

It’s only a matter of time.

A meditation on the near-impossibility of the no-strings blowjob for the average married man.

I love the sensation of my hand fully covering a breast, leaving none to spill out the side.

A night out, a few too many, and no regrets worth mentioning.

She looks sad.

Black stockings on pale legs, and why my imagination is the hottest thing going.

Imperfection can be hot.

That is all.