index | archives | notes Sunday, Mar. 31, 2019 2:10 p.m. << [ Requests, Explicit and Otherwise ] >> He thrusts in and out, fast fast, adjacent to the hotel bed. His coworker's bed. The second time we have fucked, last minute and frantic, in a room that is not ours. We love these things we aren't supposed to. When did you get so kinky, I tell him. It's all I've been thinking about, he tells me. I splice these tiny truths together to create something truer than the original. Truer than the tiny parts could hope to mean. Goodbye Boston. It's been real. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org