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Making Out: Before Everything

After six weeks of emailing and texting, we were finally going to meet. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I kept fidgeting with my cocktail, flinching every time someone walked through the doors of my date’s favorite bar. I was here two hours early; I just couldn’t sit in my hotel room any longer. I kept wondering if we’re going to like each ...

Doing: And Being Done.

There comes a time when you have to ask for it. No more dancing around the subject. Being coy. Flirting. Hinting. Suggesting. Just say out loud to the person you want to fuck, "Fuck me." And if that doesn’t work, then it was never meant to be. No-one should hesitate when those words are said. Not if there is a mutual lust for each ...

Walk Like: A Soldier.

I just saw you walk past my table. Walking so confidently, arms swinging at your sides, like you were on a formal parade at some old school military academy. Shoulders back, chest out, arms going straight up and down with extreme gusto. Do you even know you do this? Perhaps you’ve been swinging your arms since you were a cute ...

Love: My Cruel Creation.

When sleep lifts and the morning summer light comes crashing through my window, I see you with fresh eyes again. My beloved, quietly loving me, breath hot against my skin, subtly touching my body and my heart. I crave you like no other. There is an urgency to my touch; I need to devour you, like a starving man’s first bite of sustenance ...