“Higher. Slower. Harder. Oh, right there. Harder. Faster. Oh yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes!”“Jax, you’re gonna make me…”“Keep going. Don’t stop. I need this so bad. Make me cum again. Please, Kev.”Balancing on Kevin’s bed on my knees and my elbows, buck naked except for the sparkling band on my left ring finger, I thrust my hips back, driving my fiancé’s cock deeper into my gushing slit. Kevin drilled inside me, swiveling his pelvi...

“I love you.”Kevin squeezed my hands. “I need time to be able to say it back.”I wrested my fingers away. “How lon--” Before I could register the tears burning my eyes, my voice caught in my throat.“Jax, don't cr--”I scooted away from the linoleum table that was bolted to the tile floor. “I knew I shouldn't--”Kevin steadied the half-full cups of horchata on our table. “Yes, you should have.”I tried to keep my voice down in...

“You and I need to tell them the truth.”“Must we?”“I'd rather they hear the whole story from us, instead of from strangers spreading rumors, exaggerating the nature of our....”“What is the truth? In your opinion.”“We're friends, Quigley. Friends who coincidentally see each other at the same monthly movie club.” “As well as today, in a booth at the back of this quaint diner.”“Approximately once every 30 days, we engage in...

“How long have we been sleeping?”“The sun is setting, so a couple hours.”I rolled over on my bed and snuggled deeper into Jacob's armpit, enjoying our extended afterglow. “I’m living in a fairy tale. You are my prince.”“I don't have a white horse.”“You have my heart.”We pressed our naked bodies closer together under the sheet.He laid his hand on my bare chest. “Thump thump.”“Make it beat faster.”Jacob leaned over and suct...

“We had a fight.”“And it only took seven months.”I brushed past a sparkly vampire and plopped onto the barstool between Stella and Pan. My gray koala tail poked my bottom.  “I guess the honeymoon is over.”Stella snorted. “Honey, what could you two love birds possibly squabble over?”“We don't agree on everything,” I insisted, trying to make my voice heard over the din of the holiday party inside the drinking establishment....

“The apple was hard. The orange got wetter.”“Can we compare them, though?”Sitting cross-legged on the rumpled bed in a black Pong t-shirt and white cotton panties, I released my focus from the two fruits on Jacob’s dresser. They were each bruised from my telekinetic practice. “We could eat them.”“Toss me the apple,” Jacob said, reclined next to me like a lazy lion in his eggplant emoji pajama pants.Without moving from my...

“Fifty/fifty? Sixty/forty?”“Ninety/ten.”“Does that mean you're attracted to one out of every ten guys you see?” I asked Jacob as I waited patiently on my couch.“Ninety percent of the time, I'm attracted to women,” he yelled from inside my bedroom. “The rest of the time, it's usually men. Every time, it depends on the person.”I heard him moving stuff around. I wanted to take a peek, but I stayed in my place. “So more panse...

“You gotta catch them all.”“How many is enough?”“Whatever fits in your basket.”As the three of us milled about in the freshly-mowed grass, I surveyed the park filled with hundreds of rambunctious children, and a few determined adults, searching high and low in the trees and bushes for pastel eggs for our town's annual Easter carnival. “Don't you have to find all ten colors to win a prize?”“Those were the instructions,” St...

“Dinner was… unexpected.”“You didn't like the stew.”“I really liked the stew,” I told him honestly, as we stood in the open doorway of my apartment. We lowered our voices so we wouldn't disturb the neighbors. “I’m glad you brought it. I’m still surprised we ran into each other today.”He shook his dark, floppy hair out of his eyes. “I do run the store, so I'm in there all the time.”“But I'm not. I only go there once or twi...