Bound Trade

"He shows up in black jeans and t-shirt. Without a word, he goes to the couch and drops his jeans."

The door bell rings. When I answer he is standing there in black jeans and a t-shirt that hugs his muscular chest and arms. Without a word he goes over to the couch and lowers his jeans. There is no...

'Impress meYes, youStanding, toweringOver little meCold drink in sweaty palmOne eyeball dangling in my braless dressAnd one yoyo-ing from my hellish heelsTo split-thighed heavenliness A goddess, yesNow, little manTell me your dirtyFucking filthyEarthly plan!'*He straightenedPelvis tightenedAnd I saw with my own...