Memory or fantasy? Archives - Page 8 of 72

Things I’m doing right. Things I’m doing wrong.

I found this in the notebook in which I’m writing. I have no idea who wrote it.

In which I propose an alternative contact for Cleo.

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

A fun date looms.

I can’t write about this woman. Your loss. And mine.

A platonic dinner with Charlotte, capped off with a good kiss in the street, and an orgasm sent just a few minutes after we separated.

Brooklyn shoots – and comes – for me.

Charlotte gets my mouth on her cunt.

Charlotte wants my mouth on her cunt.

An unusual night, at the end of which, I get two phone calls and a text from a beautiful woman I’d never met before that evening.