“What is that?” “Underwear,” I replied. I had mine on, she was taking hers off. “No…what’s that on your underwear?” “A jack-off lantern. See where the eyes are supposed to? And the nose? Holes for my…” “I can see. Your junk is hanging out of the holes.” “...
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alexmarch
16 hours ago
Bi-curious Cis Male, 60
0 miles · Toronto
Stories
Cum Together
Long-distance friends discuss their mutual desireShe read the message on her cellphone screen. She paused, not knowing at first how to respond. Then her thumbs moved furiously on her keypad and she typed her reply. “You’re kidding me, right?” He answered. “Can you think of a better way?” She couldn’t....
Shhh!
Old friends re-connect across thousands of miles in the face of marriage and religion“I want you to go to bed tonight,” he began saying. “I go to bed every night,” she interrupted, and laughed. “Can I finish?” he continued. “Go ahead.” “I want you to go to bed tonight, and wait until he is asleep. I know he is in a separate bed, but I wan...
“I definitely have a different opinion of you now.” Jin’s words made me smile. It was something she had a talent for doing. Making me smile. She did that in our first messages on the dating app, and now that we had moved into the world of text messages,...
Bicycle Built For Two
Two biking friends take the step into a different type of riding.Hey, Alex. Good morning. I’m really looking forward to going bike riding with you this summer. Did you get a new bike yet? 7:32 a.m. and Helen was texting me. Helen was my neighbor, two floors down and at the other end of the hallway. Last year I help...
Strawberries and Old Cream
An older man learns an unexpected lesson from a younger woman when going back to university“Speed it up, old man!” The spiral staircase ahead of me was pissing me off for a couple of reasons. First, it was narrow and long, and I was getting dizzy climbing it. Second, I didn’t know how many flights of stairs it actually constituted, being a spir...
As Alex lay awake in the darkness, he thought about his life. He thought about the paradoxical nature of his world, how it seemed so complicated and at the same time so simple.He lay in the darkness on the living room sofa, his bed for the past four years...
Quick Words
Now I know that I love you, thanks to a cold, Canadian nightI have to make this quick. I don’t have much time. I’m at work and there are a thousand things I should be doing, and right now I’m not doing any of them because I have to write this down, out of fear that if I don’t do it now, I’ll put it off, I’ll lose...
The Next Day
The day after the first date, her fragrance remains and keeps him wonderingIt is over a day since I said goodbye. Twenty-six hours to be precise.For all of her talk about fragrance sensitivity, it is now me talking about scent.I can still smell her on me. I know that can't be happening. I showered this morning, washing off the r...
More than simply quantity, it isThe quality of your words thatRemains with me.Not simply the sounds,But the silences.Music, some say,Is not simply about the notes,But it is just as much about theSilences between them.Each night it is the same dream,Each n...
“And in closing, I find that the Plaintiff has failed to satisfy his burden of proof, to establish that the Defendant breached the agreement, and furthermore, the Plaintiff has failed to prove any of his damages. Even if a breach had been found by me, the...
Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel
A man without faith finds answers in a gameI’ve never really been sure what I am, religion-wise at least. My mother called herself an Anglican, but that did not mean too much to me, since my father’s stance was well beyond run of the mill Atheism – he did not have a love-hate relation with the ide...
Shit Happens
Am I still the same man you love, after all I have been through?Shit happens, or so everyone tells me. Working at the same job for twenty-four years, that would beEnough to drive anyone crazy.So why should I be any different? It was all going well until then,Until June,And then the cracks began to show.Paralysis on th...
A Villanelle
A stab at the poetic form of the villanelle - for the one who does not want to hear words of love.In silence can I speak without a word?The language of the heart I'll use instead;What need have I of speech when souls are stirred? A gentle touch, a kiss, both are deferred; The meaning of those acts remain unsaid;In silence can I speak without a word? A...