Sex/Life 42
My bed was our temple. There we worshiped our bodies, made human sacrifices from each others flesh, closed our eyes and prayed to come at the same time. We laug...
My bed was our temple. There we worshiped our bodies, made human sacrifices from each others flesh, closed our eyes and prayed to come at the same time. We laug...
Here I am, walking back home, alone. It’s Sunday, 11:49 PM. I am too sober to say I’m drunk, too drunk to say I’m tipsy. And I feel sad. Acros...
Her tears have evaporated from my skin; her flavor, replaced by some cheap airplane crisps and apple juice. I close my eyes. At least in my mind I’m still...
Had my tears, had my goodbye. Had my hugs and a nice breakfast. Had my “morning bread.” Twice. We showered together. We cried together. We kissed countless time...
11. At this very same time, 11 days from now, she’ll be lying in bed with me. 11. I’ll be so deep inside her mind, body and soul she won’t be ...
She didn’t cry, but I saw the sadness in her green eyes. The Mancunian girl looked at me and said “she’s better fucking worth it.” I agreed. “Me too...
A number. I’m drunk and stupid and all I can think about is a number. Her number. Left the party early, overwhelmed by Saint Patrick’s celebrations ...
She couldn’t begin to understand what was so different about me, what was this thing about honesty and emotional openness. “I’m naked all the time...
She broke my heart. I broke my bed fucking other women, trying to forget her. Couldn’t. It was her whom I was shagging. She, with a different face, smell,...
Her room was a mess. Dozens of papers, magazines and books piling up in every corner. Clothes spread all over the place, like victims of a fashion terrorist att...