Backseat Storm Blowjob: Sucking My Son’s Friend on a Rainy Ride Home
Cold, wet night. Storm raging. Birthday party winding down. My husband pulls up in the…
Cold, wet night. Storm raging. Birthday party winding down. My husband pulls up in the…
Their room smelled like sunscreen and cheap champagne. November 2006, Dominican Republic beach resort. Wind…
The primordial soup pulses in the basement club. Dim red lights. Bodies grind like petrified…
The squat's back courtyard reeks of stale piss and spilled booze. Glass shards crunch under…
Rain hammers the chalet roof at Xonrupt like machine gun fire. We're drenched from the…
I spot his electric blue sneakers first, our dumb signal, planted at a table in…
June 2005. Glaciers from Chamonix to Zermatt. My man and I, no guide, just us.…
First Saturday of the month. Sacred ritual. Me, Christine, Françoise at her place. Lingerie tupperware…
I'd smelled her on the sheets in his Paris apartment the second I walked in.…
Phone buzzes in my bag. Another thirsty DM, but fuck that—I'm here for Patrick. Days…