The Zoeverse
Trading drugs? If I wasn’t desperate for rent money and about to go to Burning Man 2001, I would never have let RP bring a stranger to my rented apartment where I grew hidden mushrooms under my bed that even my own roommate didn’t know about. But I was, and I acquiesced and a small Read More
How not to overshare? Write it all down and don’t send it. Part 1 of 3: The dog ate my homework. Actually he ruined 4th of July. Actually he’s not a dog. I’m astounded with him sometimes. I had a big blowout with him tonight (July 1st) where I just pointed psychic Zoe at him Read More
When he doesn’t come home the long arm of the law is my first thought. Men get put in cages. I love men. Jail, prison, or detention may be my first thought but it doesn’t mean that I stay there. I vacillate between that and the worst of thoughts. That he has died and no Read More
This time it is different, it is a romantic sexy story. I am surprised. In absence of him it is lust that breaks through. Deep, reptilian reflex desire. I love him, sure, but in the background. In the foreground I want to consume him. It is him at the very end of frenzied fucking or Read More
Latex fetish sex wasn’t my thing, but I did it anyway. Fucking a drug dealer wasn’t enough for me. I had to fuck a drug manufacturer. He was 6 foot 7 inches tall. Had an extra bend in his spine. Bald. Asymmetrical face and crooked jaw. Some of my colleagues called him “Lurch” and I Read More
There was a time when an OKCupid date was guaranteed, and when OKCupid functioned as the best dating site on the internet. It had a good run, that site. Eventually they modeled it after Tinder more and more and it devolved to the point where it’s no longer possible to make a good connection. There Read More
He is handsome and wholesome, and is withholding sex. He waits. Isn’t ready. Wholesome Clark needs to be comfortable. His denial gets me so hot. We go on chaste dates. Hold hands while walking by the lake. At dinner with his brother and girlfriend, he’ll play footsie with me under the table. Always innocent, never Read More
When someone doesn’t trust you it undermines everything. I don’t trust you when you say you have emotions for me. I don’t trust your erection. Don’t trust you when you say you’d rather stay here than go home to your wife and kid. I don’t trust your love. Nor your attraction. I don’t trust you Read More
He doesn’t know I’m watching him, yet. Thinking of garden sex. His back to me in the garden. He’s wearing work gloves, baseball cap, jeans and a faded t-shirt. Brownish grey curls sticking out of the back of the cap. The Plant Whisperer is doing what he does – he’s examining the plants, surveying what Read More
In this moment, you are my lover. “Scared”, I say, staring into his eyes. A veil of his sandy hair draping over the corner of one of them. Not an hour earlier he shook with embarrassment to tell me that he didn’t like my body, and that had impacted his attraction to me and his Read More