Totally Not A Fake Thing (A One-Minute Read, Or 1:33 If You Read Slow)

I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I am powerfully persuasive, but in this instance the gentleman doth bullshit too much, methinks. Beg pardon? I said, “Let’s.” You said, “Okay.” That’s highly advanced coercion tactics, right there. Look, we don’t have to do this. Truly? You won’t mind if we don’t? Truly. … More Totally Not A Fake Thing (A One-Minute Read, Or 1:33 If You Read Slow)

The Pet Sitter: In which a pet sitter discovers the pets aren’t home alone

The front door was unlocked. Again. Crazy fucker. One of these days he may come home to find his shit gone, or worse, his pets killed by some maniac pet killer. And what about me? It’s a careless disregard for my safety. What if I walked in and disturbed a burglary? What if said burglar, … More The Pet Sitter: In which a pet sitter discovers the pets aren’t home alone

A Heated Affair

I know he’s coming. I can feel him. He approaches one measured inch at a time. My breathing deepens as I anticipate his penetration. His heated embrace will make me perspire and flush, but beads of expectation are already dotting my brow. I could move to him, but this steady agony of anticipation is delicious. … More A Heated Affair

Intimacy Defined. Sort of.

There is nothing more intimate than laughter. What about kissing? Kissing is often an obligatory act, devoid of intimacy. Laughter is spontaneous. It is a connection of the mind, one soul recognizing another as its true match. Oh my god, you are so full of shit. I know! (Laughter, followed by much kissing, etc.)