You transformed a potentially awkward situation into a highly erotic one. I remember how familiar it felt to hang out with you and your friend. It must have been pretty clear to him that we were about to hook up; your hand just a little too high on my thigh, my legs thrown across your lap, your lips often in my neck. It was obvious. Yet it wasn’t obvious to me that he was planning on joining us. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Kinesthetic Genius,
Whenever I hear somebody say you can tell what somebody’s like in bed by watching them dance, I think of you. Yet the first time I saw you, you weren’t dancing. You were teaching boys how to do summersaults on the beach. You made it look effortless; take a few steps, jump, float for a bit as you circle around yourself and land on your feet again. Smiling. Without breaking a sweat.
The second time I saw you, you boldly introduced yourself by kissing me directly on the lips. Continue reading
Sometimes, in difficult times, the mere thought you exist, makes me less lonely. I guess it’s because of how we met. There aren’t many situations where I feel so alone as when sick. And this particular time it felt as if my body had betrayed me. All it could do was throw up and beg me to lie down on something that didn’t move. Add the fact that I was in a foreign country, with an important train to catch at the other side of the city and you can imagine how lost and lonely I felt. But then, as I sat on that platform waiting for the right train to come, there was you. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Drug Dealer,
You know that especially after having once loved a coke addict, I’ve always stayed clear of drugs. I thoroughly enjoy a cocktail, whiskey or glass of wine. And absinth is about as experimental as I have gotten when it comes to indulging in mind altering substances. You on the other hand, are my opposite when it comes to this, and have possibly not only used most things imaginable, but also dealt them. Continue reading