Masturbation

The real turn-on isn’t the picture, the movie, the voicemail. It’s knowing you did as I asked.

She sounded too good to be true, and there’s no such thing as that good on Craigslist.

A fantasy I sent to a woman I hadn’t yet met.

A cab ride I’d like to take.

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

She got a free vacation; I got her at a moment’s notice. It was a good deal for both of us.

French theorists on her reading list, no panties under her skirt, and an invitation to Miami before the jazz even started.

Once in a while, my catholic tastes bring me into contact with women who remind me of a me I’d rather forget.