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and lie down naked in my bed on her back, with her hands frozen at her sides like a deflowered virgin in the Gauguin painting “The Loss of Virginity,” almost breastless, and wait for me to lick her sopping until she almost came, but she could never quite
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...she weighs down the air with unspeakableness. And fades.
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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This girl had burn scars on her body which hurt a little, to be touched, so we had to be real careful, gentle. I turned her over slowly so as not to shatter her. She wanted to be fucked, badly. But only one time. It was enough to be handled again like bef
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Nelson turned to me. “It's a nice day for a walk, don't you think, dear?”
I saw myself head for the door with a fake smile smeared on my face.
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Because his mother is Catholic and he may be, too, subliminally.
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Next, through my grad student apartment at Verano Place, came Beth. Big tits you could suck on all night long, just don’t touch Pussy. Beth held me all night one night when I was totally freaking out after smoking what I thought was normal dope at a poetr
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“It’s killing you, ain’t it?”
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It might have had something to do with the boy’s pet hog, which was hulking, ageless, and liked eating poppy seed muffins
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Then there was Marsha, the blonde bombshell, at Irvine, who slept over one night only. As in the original one night stand, your standard L.A. blonde beach-girl bombshell ex-cheerleader tear your heart out and spit it as far as she could. Wrench your bal
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One time in Laguna Beach I remember sleeping with a girl I met at this café, the Jolly Roger, when we went back to my apartment and had unprotected sex. She said she was on the pill, but you never know. It was just that one time, and she did seem desperat
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Oscar expected to get hit, he had it coming. He had sat down with Jai's woman. Had listened to her secrets. He should have walked away the minute he noticed Maggie sitting alone in the kitchen. But no, he chose to leave his safe home tonight, to dance wi
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The ax murderer is lonely. He has been sitting around all day waiting for his victim to come home from work. His victim is taking her sweet time. He has already eaten all her cheerios. He has already looked through her…
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There was one girl from Ireland, with her thick Irish brogue, who came into my bedroom early on the morning before my final exam for my Master’s degree in the writing program at U.C Irvine. She knew I was so nervous about taking the exam that I hadn’t sle
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Maybe I'm just a bad mother. My son pretends he's an airplane and flies around me. A young teacher picks up the broken toys scattered around the swing set and throws them in a trash bag.“We should really help you,” I say, forcing an emergency landing. My son…
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