When the Dishes Are Done
His hands grip my cheeks, tugging at the flares of my crow’s feet. He is desperate for eye contact; he begs for it with his silence, his screams pulsing under the pads of his fingers. Can you see it? he asks. He wiggles his eyebrows in some nonsensical, thirsty morse code. Can you see my […]
Yankee Slut
I dated this guy on and off for about a year, about a year ago. Well, to say “date” would be generous. We had a mutual understanding. Everything about us was transactional. We knew what we were to each other, and treated each other as such, no more, no less. He is the only partner […]