After almost two weeks hiatus from sex– not just the literal act, but the whole of the damn thing, the headiness, the anticipation, the knot of aching jitters in the belly– I…

“Don’t be such a girl.” There it is, in its perfect, tiny text bubble. And below it– “And you’re not fat. You’re really sexy” No end punctuation, but at least…

“THE passion caused by the great and sublime… is astonishment, and astonishment is that state of the soul in which all its motions are suspended… The mind is so entirely…

It’s dark; it’s nearly ten o’clock. I park, and spend at least ten minutes wandering his tony street, looking for number 3 South. Finally, I decide it must be that house– the…

“It’s all chemistry,” I tell him, leaning back against the pillow, eyes closed. “It’s not about being good, or bad, in bed; I don’t even know if that exists, anymore.…