I say, as I’ve buttoned down to his stomach and I’m untucking his shirt. “You’re beautiful,” he argues, as he touches my cheek. And as I’m about to unbutton his pants, there’s a knock on the door. “What in the hell is it now,” I complain, and begin...
I blew too fast, because I haven’t been with a woman in years. I don’t even know her fucking name. I don’t know anything about her. What I do know, is that in the morning they’re going to take her, and I’m going to be alone, again. I rub my fingers down her back. She s...