April 2010
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“Is it from thine eyes the sunshine rise? If so let your rays dance Calypso upon my face. A Copernican epiphany: My perspective shifted from egocentric to heliocentric not discarding but disregarding self. My identity instantly enters “we,” I consistently put me on the shelf. Eclipsing doubt, I stand in penumbra thirsting brilliance craving your incandescently...
March 2010
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in line at a grocery store, a boy tapped a girl on her shoulder and handed her a receipt that had fallen from her purse. when she turned to thank him she smiled, and crashed into his heart.
the line was long, held up by a price check a few carts ahead and he was grateful. she turned back around and he struggled for something to say as he studied her from behind. her black hair fell in long...
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the first.
my night had been long. my legs ached from being perched atop six inch platforms for so long. my arms were tired, elbows sore from working over so many clients that night.
i shuffled up the steps to my front door, flip flops dragging lazily. as i searched out the proper key i tripped over a package laying across my welcome mat: a long, white, rectangular box with a black ribbon tied around...
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i grabbed it and he smiled. i asked him if i...
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he drinks his coffee as i sip my hot cocoa, usually the green & black’s almond bar that he melts down and mixes especially for me. he’ll lean over to kiss me, say something about how he loves to kiss me when i’m drinking cocoa; how my lips are like warm marshmallows, soft and warm and sweet. i tell him that i wish he didn’t drink coffee so that i’d love kissing him when i drink...
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it’s been three days, my thighs still ache. my hips lock into place when i’m seated for too long, stiff from all the activity of before. i keep rereading the text you sent me after i left, over and over: i bite my lip, touch my clit.
tomorrow is friday. we get to do it all over again. i plan on spending the entire weekend with you inside of me.
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she is an odd one, this girl, dropping skittles into her water bottle. she sees me looking at her with my eyebrow raised and she smiles. i don’t like water. i smile back and look back down into my book.
did that hurt?
i look up at her, she points at my face and then her own septum. no, i answer and she leaps out of her chair and into the one beside me, clutching her drink, now an odd, sea...
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Nicholai.
when i was eighteen, i met a man in a tattoo parlor. a man who towered over me, a foot taller than i, with beautiful green eyes, a voice so deep it rumbled around my chest and stirred butterflies in my belly, and 00 gauge tongue piercing that eventually made my spine contort in ways i didn’t know possible. he was lovely, his spirit intoxicating, smile consuming. we talked and talked, so long...
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"i want to fuck your brains out."
i don’t know why you look at me that way, when i say such things. my voice is soft, breathy, low: i might as well use it for carnal good.
i want to hold your wrists against the mattress and kiss you roughly, bite your bottom lip, press my tits into your chest and grind my hips into you until your chin raises and eyes roll back in your head and your body buckles underneath me with the...
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it’s been too long since i’ve touched you. my fingertips yearn for your skin, to rake through the soft hair on your chest. i want feel your strong arms wrapped around me, your sharp, cleft chin resting on my head. remember how wonderful all of that was, before things were different?
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he had the prettiest smile, the filthiest mouth.
he was perfect.
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i’ve been burrowed under his covers for days...
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laying around, watching supernatural thinking,...
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i’m tired of screaming at you. you never hear me.
my throat is so sore.
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the intro mix of gangstarr’s mass appeal blares through the house and i’m bouncing with the biggie smalls head bob, strutting with a heavy step and left leg swing, holding my skinny jeans at the crotch, smacking on bubbleyum with my over-glossed mouth open. it’s like a 90’s brooklyn house party in this mother fucker.
in the middle of the dance floor, i’m dancing with...
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she fucks the pain away. no better way to get over a bad breakup than to experience the most intense connection two people can share with someone new, someone that makes her cum so hard her thighs tremble until they ache. to be reminded that such a thing is not exclusive to just him, the ex, the one who let her get away, makes it all okay.
at least until the sex is over.