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Fake Orgasming Our Way Through Life
May I let you in on a secret? Most people fake orgasm their way through life. Don’t believe me? Just read on…As usual, they were edging toward it for the longest time. Yet, they weren’t even close. Being weary of waiting the trigger had been pulled prematurely and the moment sought and desired to be achieved was missed. So, we really don’t want to go around fake orgasming our way through our entire lives, do we? Of course not – not when we can really go for the gusto! Hey, one’s got to live for today; for tomorrow one could die at a Coachella Festival. Such is life…Pretending daily what we do ...
Just Another Devil in a Blue Dress
2020 began with something raw and beautiful. Hot, wild sex with a woman out of my league in the Alabama June heat. Our minds operated on the same wavelength, and we were horny for each other. And those were the only things that mattered, not even the pandemic the rest of the country tried painfully to ignore. We laid in bed beside each other after another naked marathon, out of breath, sweating. I was kissing the side of her neck. Sarah smiled at the ceiling, her fake blonde hair shrouded around her face, her neck blotched red where she begged me to choke her (“Daddy!”). We’d been wrapped up...
What Grows at Home
We had always wanted something to take care of and nurture. If there’s one thing I hope to convey beyond a reasonable doubt, it's that.When Morgan and I got back from our honeymoon to our condo that we had yet to furnish, yet to unpack, yet to start our new life, we felt a bit empty, like something was missing in our lives. It was a bit disappointing. We spent all that time dating, building up to get engaged, planning the details of the wedding, picking out the perfect horderves so that all our friends and family would be satisfied with our choices in life, rehearsing hours upon hours our own ...
Learning is Lifelong
“Students! Can you all hear me? Students!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Dead silence. Your internet connection is unstable. No kidding. Reconnecting… I have half a mind to close the laptop and just go back to sleep. But I turn off the Wi-Fi and turn it back on. As I join the class again, I plaster a fake smile on my face and wait for it to connect. As soon as it connects, I check whether they can hear me, and continue the lesson. I see Roger picking his nose, Charlie picking his teeth and Marlene picking at her plate of food. I have the sudden urge to end the class early, but I keep pushin...