Unto the breach. He uses this euphemism, and it goes over everyone’s head. Except the woman who crosses her legs. He falls in love with her.
Tagged: Sex (778)
T 4085
Yes it was dark. So what if we made love amidst a field of poison ivy? I had you singing Ode to Joy. Beautifully. And then the itching began.
T 4083
Your love smells like anger, she whispers. He punches the wall. Dust scatters. He’s too much the gentleman to say what her love smells like.
T 4082
He complains about dry mouth and she kisses him deeply and then she says, Now about your breath, and he doesn’t know whether to smile or not.
T 4070
The surf pounds the white sand beach. Let’s grope, he says. She rolls her eyes, ready to act passive aggressively once again. Fine, she says.
T 4066
She kisses his chest and he says, I shoot pheasants. Are they cute? she asks. Not after I shoot them, he replies. And then she gets to work.
T 4065
The humidity descends upon them. He sweats profusely. You make me hot, he says. She’s heard this before. It doesn’t make him any less gross.
T 4062
The sommelier took pity on my hesitation, and afterward, I found her in my bed, where she took even more pity, and I never drank wine again.
T 4040
The wind whistling in empty bottles of wine. The onrush of clouds. The exploration of skin. I’m cold, she says. That’s my excuse, he replies.
T 4038
He was a man with a firm handshake. Then he met a woman with a firmer handshake. He felt both jealousy and lust. And then he soiled himself.
