Well if this isn’t the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen
and this is why the sky never ends,
and valentines flowers last only a week
before rotting and
why we step in puddles
with new shoes on and why
the only memories we can remember
are the ones that make us sick
inside, and why so many people fuck,
but never love, and this is why
late at night, beneath the covers
as the light bulbs cool off, i feel nothing
in my soul except the ceiling fan.
Hey N & T,
I’m a bit out of sorts this week. I just got back from a three week trip to Toronto where I ended up having a crazy summer fling. I had the best sex of my life: he choked me in just the right way, bit me harder than I knew I wanted, gave me more orgasms than I ever thought possible. It was absolutely incredible to find someone who knew exactly what I needed and who took such pleasure in giving it to me. On my last night I finally worked up the courage to ask him to hurt me even more and he agreed to despite his reservations “only because these marks will last longer than the ones my kisses leave”. It was unreal. I boarded my plane the next morning covered in bruises, teethmarks in plain sight, my ass still bearing his handprints. I don’t know when our paths will cross again, if ever, but I’ve been taking pleasure in pressing on the marks he left on my skin as they slowly fade, remembering our brief encounter and trying to hold on to its traces just a little longer.
I hope you’ll share this photo with your fling as well, I am sure he’d love to get to see the marks you made with both of your strength. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed your time in our home town. Maybe next time you visit we will see you and your NNBB around. Thanks for sharing your story and submission with us.