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Fucking
Read moreWhat it feels like to slide my cock inside you — the warmth, the merger, the selfish pleasure, the primal fulfillment.
Overheard
Read moreThree boys on their way home from Catholic school, one of them oblivious to how “Father X really likes me” sounds in the 21st century.
A sensation for which there isn’t a proper word
Read moreMy cock is hungry, and there’s no word for the sensation — not quite an ache, not quite an itch, not quite restlessness, but something insistent and entirely its own.
Returning to regularly scheduled programming
Read moreTomorrow, the holidays end, and I return to the familiar rhythm of my life. I can’t. Fucking. Wait.
(im)mortality
Read moreMy brain would rather be anywhere but here — planning dinner, rehearsing catastrophes, fantasizing — as if the present moment were the one place it can’t bear to stay.
Crowded beds
Read moreAt the holidays, the marital bed gets crowded — and not in the fun way.
Let it not be the last time
Read moreOur relationship had become three-dimensional, and fucking was off the table. I was damned if I was going to let that stop me.
I don’t feel like writing
Read moreNot writing about not wanting to write about not wanting to write.