The sun sneaks through the blinds and one of the warm rays reaches down to caress my cheek. I yawn and stretch, rolling over onto my stomach quietly so as not to wake you. I smile remembering the party we had last night…good friends and lots of wine. My eyes flutter open and I greet the new day, propping myself up on my elbow to watch you for a bit. You lie peacefully next to me, sound asleep, unaware of my eyes skimming over your body.
I watch your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you
After my night with Danitza things were never the same again. I couldn’t stand being around my friend Javier, because I felt as if I’d committed the ultimate crime against him–which I’d done–I fucked his skinny Spanish girlfriend in the ass. I’d also cheated on my girlfriend; a woman who loved me and would do anything for.
I turned down hanging out with Javier as much as possible. Which felt odd, because we hung out nearly every day drinking and smoking weed;
The first package was innocent enough when it arrived. She was a little surprised to see a courier at her door when she answered the doorbell at the early hour of 9 am. Since her first class wasn’t until eleven she had actually just woken up. The courier collected her signature and then handed over an oblong box. When she opened it she saw a miniature rose bush with a dozen yellow roses inside with a note.
As she prepped the roses and checked them she opened the note. She was amazed to
Look, I know I’m not perfect. I have some problems. I have been to shrinks. They have given me pills. If I took enough of them I could pretend I was normal but that was all it was, pretending. I don’t take the pills anymore. I am nineteen. I guess I probably should. I will probably go see if there are any left in the cabinet.
I’m not violent. Don’t get that idea. I’m just fucked up.
I’m not going to be able to sleep. I don’t sleep a lot. I never have.
The house was quiet for the first time in a long, long time. My wife had gone upstairs to get ready for bed and I took it upon myself to click the television off. I wanted to take advantage of the time and catch up on some reading. I was nose deep in War and Peace when I heard the shower shut off. For a second, I considered going up to our bedroom in an attempt to catch her naked. Then I considered the fact that I would be making an attempt to forego foreplay.
It had been a long damned day, so
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi’s Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said “Clifford Jenkins” with “New York” written under it. That was me. But I wasn’t being met by anyone that I knew of.
The young man obviously thought I was, though, as he was pushing his
A light snow fell on the red lanterns and cobbled alleys of the Yoshiwara, the pleasure quarter of Edo. Ice broke thinly beneath the high, damask sandals of the courtesan as she swayed silkily past the raucous tea shops and restaurants, the gaudy posters of kabuki actors, and the many strolling men. They lowered their eyes when she boldly appraised them. She recognized a priest despite his merchant disguise.
Rice brokers and silk traders and saké brewers or their sons argued drunkenly over
They’d been our neighbors for over 9 years. We’d both moved into the community when it was first built, and watched as it filled out and grew, as did our children, moving up from elementary school through middle school and into high school.
We were as close as most neighbors could be, easily at home with each other, free to come and go in each other’s yards and garages, and even into the house. Our only child and their youngest, Cory, were only a year apart.
Cory was almost
After my surprising encounter with Arthur and Sandy, I went home to my wife, completely satisfied. She was sleeping as I slipped into bed. The next morning was a little hairy.
“Morning hon,” Carol said. “You worked late last night.”
“Mornin’,” I grumbled. I was tired for lack of sleep. She came over and kissed me.
I had brushed my teeth well, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was any smell of cock or cum on my breath. It was a light kiss, so
I had come home for Christmas break during my second year of college and decided to get together with a longtime buddy, a guy I’d known since I was ten. He’d elected to go to a local college and was still living at home so we decided to meet up at his place, about five blocks from where I grew up.
On the walk over, via a route I’d taken hundreds of times before, I was visited by a series of mental images that first took shape during my post-puberty years. That time when I
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