Anticipation

The Historian sent me her journal entries from our weekend in Miami. The fucking was hot, but the feelings were hotter.

A little homework assignment for my date.

A evening out, planned in detail — for someone I won’t be joining.

A resolution I somehow left off the list.

The holidays have kept us apart too long. Tonight, T and I will fix that — and maybe more.

The deliciousness of anticipation — and its fragility.

Thursday, I’ll fuck L. Between now and then is one of the best parts of our relationship: the hard-on I can conjure almost instantly by imagining the possibilities. Here’s what I’m thinking: 1) Straightforward, traditional hotel-room romp.2) Give her the reins –…