End of Year Update (Patreon)

It's almost Christmas and right after that the end of the year. It's been a very busy time. I started this Patreon at the beginning of this year (more or less) and hit the ground running with various series and stories. A million ideas. I grew my platform pretty quick. I'm so happy for all of you that have come to read my stories and encourage me and share your thoughts. It's been a blessing.

With every new venture there are always some hiccups. I've made adjustments to my tiers. Started new series. Wrote one offs and continuations. Commissions. What ifs. I've been throwing things at the board as I think them up and in doing so sort of overwhelmed me burnt me out a little.

Due to that burnout, I've had to slow down my production and my typical month to month releases has taken a pause. I'm sorry for the slow down, but I believe in quality over quantity. I've endeavored to continue putting out stories for your enjoyment so I hope those have satisfied you at least a little.

Concerning the new year and all my projects. I'm looking forward to being refreshed after this holiday break. I've got lots of ideas. New things. Continuing current series. And several other possibilities including some collaborations and commissions.

I'm going to do my best to pace myself a bit better so that burn out doesn't happen again.

As a little treat, I'm going to include a few little excerpts from projects I'm working on. Hopefully this will give you something to look forward to and tide you over until the new year.

Happy Holidays. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. And I look forward to a new year with all my lovely readers.

(Note: Due to some of the excerpts containing explicit content, they must remain behind a paywall to adhere to Patreon's Terms.)

Short Excerpts of Upcoming Chapters/Stories:

(Disclaimer: These are unedited and raw. Some may have details changed. Titles changed. Who know's what might change. But I wanted to give you a peek into what I've been working on and to give you some comfort in knowing that I haven't just been sitting around twiddling my thumbs. Enjoy!)

Cuckold Consequences Chapter 9:

Saturday

Julie was in a fog. Completely disassociated from her life. It had been a few days since her doctor's appointment and since then she’d been walking through life as if she were a drone. A robot. No feelings or desires. She simply did what was required.

She got up and went to work. She completed her projects. She ate. She slept. It was a pattern and if anyone noticed anything wrong they simply wrote it off as Julie being focused or maybe they suspected something was wrong, but decided it wasn’t their business. At least not unless it jeopardized their jobs.

Devon didn’t bother Julie, and that was really the only thing she felt thankful for. He didn’t text and didn’t call or come by during work hours. It was as if they were perfect strangers again and honestly, deep down, Julie wished that was the case.

She’d give anything to go back to that Christmas party and tell Tom no. To pull him with her, forget about teasing and titillating some other man, and ravish her husband so any fantasy he might have had was forgotten.

But that wasn’t her life. This was.

The mess she was in. The choices she needed to make. It was all here and now and though she was running on autopilot, she knew sooner rather than later, there were going to be storms and choices she was going to have to weather.

Tom hadn’t contacted her since they’d tried to fuck each other to death. Silence seemed better than the alternative. She didn’t have any more energy to argue. What was done was done.

They’d dived into this lifestyle unprepared and it had been a white water river that had dashed them against the rocks. They didn’t have a raft. Their life jackets were shredded and the shore seemed so far away. If there was any hope, it was slim. Maybe they’d drown. Maybe they'd just be pulled apart and end up on opposite sides of the shore. Julie wasn’t sure what would happen. And a part of her just didn’t want to know. Silence was golden. Being in the dark meant she didn’t have to deal with the ugliness of the truth that her life had become.

When Saturday finally came, Julie had nearly forgotten about Devon’s invitation to accompany him to some sort of club. She couldn’t find the strength to say no. Not because she’d given up hope, but because she was simply running on auto and unable to make any real decisions. Getting the news from the doctor had simply shut her down. The other results that would either help or kill her were still weeks away, and that was being optimistic. So… when Devon texted that he was on his way and that she needed to dress nice and get ready to go, she simply went into her closet and pulled out a nice silk yellow dress and began to get ready.

She didn't much care what would happen tonight. The hints were there. Devon wasn’t being shy about the sort of club this was. Julie did manage to tell him that this was the last time. She’d go with him and do whatever he wanted. A deep dark part of her even wanted to simply indulge. To let herself go. Let all the stress and sadness and anger of the past week vanish and just be… an object. Just one last time.

She liked what Devon did to her in bed. But beyond that, Devon was repugnant as a person. She wasn’t going to date him or go to dinner with him or pursue some sort of domestic like relationship. He was only a dick. A big fat dick. This whole dynamic was supposed to be fun. Dangerous and kinky and erotic. But somewhere along the line it had become poisonous. Or maybe it had always been that way and they hadn’t noticed.

After Tom’s departure, Julie had done a little research and what she’d found out about the cuckolding and hotwifing lifestyle had shaken her. There were lots of layers. Lots of different types of dynamics. But what she’d found out was that she and Tom had neglected so many important things. Communication being one of the key ingredients to a healthy relationship. Julie had neglected Tom. In fact, she’d abused him. And not in a fun way.

Without seeking out Tom and giving him proper aftercare, she’d allowed him to deteriorate. He was a frog in a pot of water that had slowly heated up and finally he’d begun to boil alive. But somehow, he’d managed to jump free before he died. Now he was limping around, wounded and on the verge of death, but still trying. Julie had been that pot. Devon had been that water. She could see now that she’d essentially tried to kill her husband. Maybe not literally, but she’d damaged his ego, his spirit, his heart.

In some ways… Julie was actually disgusted by Tom’s behavior. His lack of courage. Maybe she’d dropped the ball on a lot of things, but Tom had just taken it. He’d let Julie push him aside. Let Devon take over in the bedroom. He’d sat in the corner like one of those wimpy cucks and said absolutely nothing. Maybe if he’d spoken up, Julie might have been able to do something about it, but he’d been silent.

She wasn’t innocent, but she wasn’t completely at fault either.

If she were being more sensible, she’d just go cold turkey. Delete Devon’s number and get a restraining order against him or something. But she wasn’t in her right mind. She was broken and shattered and lost in a fog. So she went through the motions of getting ready, knowing full well that tonight would be the last time she indulged in anything involving Devon.

She wanted her marriage back. And though this step was probably foolish, it was all she could bring herself to do until Tom began talking to her again. If he would talk to her again.

Goth Girls And Cereal:

The lights were dim, the music loud and the bodies sweaty as they moved and jumped following the banging beat of Midnight Mourning’s newest single Your Grave, My Garden. Helena stood near the back of the undulating crowd, a drink in her hand held up in the air and banging her head, dark locks flying around her sweaty face, purple highlights glowing in the flashing black lights.

Heat was pressing down all around the small club, the cool ice in her drink and the dripping condensation the only relief she was getting as she swayed her hips in the dark cut off jeans that were barely covering her ass. The mesh stockings were soaked through with sticky sweat, clinging to her cheeks and thighs and legs, dark boots pounding the concrete floor in time with the rolling drums.

Boom! Boom! Boomboomboombadaaaaaaboom!

She screamed along with the lyrics, ones she still hadn’t gotten a chance to memorize yet. They were something about flowers growing from a rich soil, given life by the deceased. It wouldn’t be long before she had the words tucked away in her brain, but for now she’d just let them wash over her. The bridge began and she swirled her hips, her exposed stomach slick with sweat, cut off t-shirt with various hello kitty skulls all over it was just as soaked as the rest of her, highlighting that she hadn’t worn a bra.

There were more scandalously dressed girls and guys at the concert, but she still felt a little bit exposed. Usually she wore more but the heat of summer had made her strip some of her typical layers. Something she was glad of now that she was burning calories in the club, sweating off every drop of water she was able to retain.

Jainee came up, emerging from the crowd like some sort of blossoming bud, the dark reds of her shirt and tights at odds with the sea of black and dark purples and blues. “I have to pee!” She screamed over the music.

“Well don’t do it here! People could slip and fall! Safety first NeeNee!” Helena laughed, still letting her body move and her drink slosh from her glass onto her mesh gloved hand.

“Shut it bitch. Come with me! No way I’m going alone in this dive.” Jainee grabbed hold of Helena’s arm and started dragging her, pulling her through the shifting, moving writhing bodies.

People bumped and bustled and banged against them as they moved until finally making it towards the back of the club, off to the side of the bar, and pushed into one of the doors…

Several men stood in line at a long trough that was filled with discolored melting ice. The smell was… it was like a wall that hit the girls and made them immediately step back gagging, quickly turning to the other door (the correct one) and slipping inside gasping for breath like they’d just run through a cloud of noxious gas.

The ladies room wasn’t much better, but there was a clear effort to put in air fresheners so that there was a tinge of flowers mingling with the pee smell. Jainee pulled Helena along to a stall near the back as they passed girls adjusting their outfits, reapplying make-up, a couple were even vaping, which at least it wasn’t smoking but still pretty tacky and gross to Helena. Her friend pushed into the empty stall, yanked Helena inside with her and closed the door. The latch was flimsy and barely held the stall shut so Helena put her back to it and turned her head as Jainee shimmied out of her tights and hovered over the toilet seat.

“Not gonna put my bare ass on this riddled throne.” Jaine muttered.

“You didn’t seem to have any trouble putting your cheeks on Jerome the other night. Pretty sure his lap is just as germ-riddled as that seat.” Helena giggled, sipping at her drink, only daring to look at her friend from the corner of her eye.

Jainee flipped her off. “He probably was, but his dick was worth it.”

Helena rolled her eyes.

“If you’d just get over this whole, I don’t do one night stand thing, you’d enjoy it too. Hell, we could enjoy it together. You know I’ve been kinda dying to try some bi stuff.” Jainee began to finish up, pulling at ‌a couple squares of toilet paper with just two fingers, afraid to touch much of anything unless absolutely necessary.

“You may need to see a therapist about this whole… sex addiction thing you’ve got going.” Helena finished off her drink, letting a piece of ice slip into her mouth, beginning to crunch at it.

“I’m not addicted. I just have a healthy appetite. You should be flattered. Not everyday you let a girl know you wanna munch her.” Jainee stood up, pulling up her tights.

“God, you're a perv.” Helena snorted, still crunching the ice.

“You love me anyway.” Jainee shoved her playfully. “Come on, let's get out of here, I don’t wanna get tetanus.” They slipped out of the stall, the auto flush loud and surprising, and made their way to the sinks. Both washed their hands, scrubbing hard over every surface of skin exposed before exiting back out into the thumping and screeching of the band playing one of their original hits, Down Below, We all Go.

Helena took her glass back to the bar and set it down, trying to be polite and not just leave it somewhere it might get knocked over and break.

“Do you still wanna stay? I’m hungry.” Jainee screamed over the grinding guitar solo.

“Pancakes?” Helean asked, smiling and brushing back her sweaty hair.

“Damn Straight!” Jainee grinned.

“Lead the way NeeNee, I‌’ve heard these songs enough. I can always catch them when they come back through town anyway.” Helena shoved her friend, giving her cute butt a slap, and made their way to the club entrance. Outside, even though it was still an oppressive summer heat, it almost felt like Canadian winter when the exited the humid body furnace that the club had become.

“Fuck it feels good out hear!” Jainee cried, lifting her arms up, swaying her dark blue dyed hair and letting sweat fly.

A couple boys who were standing off to the side, smoking, whistled. “Shake it Baby Blue!”

Jainee looked over at them, cocked a hip and slapped her ass. “Fuck off!” She flipped the bird, looped her arm through mine and started marching down the block to where a 24-hour dinner’s neon lights and chrome decor were calling their name.

Old Dogs. New Tricks.:

Amy never expected her weekend getaway to end up with her sandwiched between two septuagenarian. Fat, hairy beer bellies and man tits rubbing against her back and her own small a cup breasts leaving irritated red marks all across her pale cream skin. Sucking lips on the back of her neck and her mouth, a fat warm tongue twisting with hers. Thick white and gray beards scratching against her. Their fat heavy cocks driving into her body raw, ass and pussy stretched to limits she never knew possible.

The room was filled with the grunting and gasping and groaning sounds of two older men straining themselves to fuck the young married mother into nirvana. Heavy smells of sex and sweat permeated through the whole space. Amy’s senses were filled with the fishy sweaty oder of Gordon, mingling with his Old Spice deodorant.

His breath was hot, moist, all over her face and in her ear. It smelled of peppermint and tuna. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh holy fuck I haven’t felt a pussy this tight since I was in highschool.” The roughness of his beard scratched against her cheeks and his warm tongue licked at her neck.

“Fucking shit your asshole is like a fucking vacuum.” Jerome grunted underneath her, his fat fingers digging into Amy’s narrow hips, keeping her steady as she moved back and forth along his fat length, Gordon setting the tempo since he was on top and thrusting his fat ass, burying his nine inch python into her burning creamy depths.

“Ohhhhh Godddddd.” Amy cried, stretched beyond her limit. Beyond belief. So full. Ass and pussy stuffed and stretched and feeling the old men’s cocks pistoning into her relentlessly. For men pushing eighty, they had some remarkable stamina. They’d been at her for nearly two hours. Sucking. Fucking. She was a toy to these old coots and to utter and complete horror and surprise… she loved it.

“Cu…cummmmingggggg!” She whimpered, arms wrapping around Gordon’s flabby back, feeling his sweaty hair and digging in her nails as her cunt and anus squeeze with her orgasm.

“That’s right little darlin’. Cum. Cum on our old fat dicks. Oh shit that feels good. So fucking fresh. So tight. Shit there’s no way you’re a mom of three. My wife had four and was like the holland tunnel after.”

Jerome howled with laughter under Amy, loud and obnoxious in her ear, his belly shaking as it was pressed underneath her ass and back. “She’s definitely not loose!” He gave the side of her ass a hard slap. “Ride it Amy Girl. Squeeze that fine yoga ass on this fatty.”

The men continued rutting her hard, deep. Sweat dripping all over their bodies, matting their hair.

Amy’s head rolled back, eyes rolling back along with it, mouth open wide moaning loud as orgasm after orgasm smashed into her. Her juices flowed all over, dripping down her thighs and over Jerome and Gordon’s hairy sacks that slapped together and against her stretched taint.

“Ohhhhhhh Fuuuufufuufuuuuck!” She cried, her brain fogging over until all there was, was the feeling of her holes stretched and invaded and stimulated beyond anything she’d ever experienced in fifteen years of marriage.

Gordon pushed himself up, looking down at her with dark brown eyes, face red and flushed and dripping. He grit his teeth, mostly hidden within the hairs of his gray/white beard. He watched her little tits bounce, nipples raw and chapped from his chest hair. “That’s right darlin’, take it. I’m gonna fill that little mommy cunny with my old spunk. You ready?”

Amy was whimpering, gasping, moaning so lewdly if she’d been a third party observer she’d have been disgusted. But she was the one smashed between these two ageing men and could no longer judge. Her legs were hanging in the air, up and begin held by Jerome as they began hammering into her harder.

“Say it you little married cunt. Say you want this old man’s spunk dripping from this pretty bald cunt.” Gordon laughed. It wasn’t harsh or even really commanding. His voice was filled with what Amy might have called jolly mirth.

“Yes! Yes I fucking want your cum!” She cried, another orgasm pounding through her body, through her head and heart.

The old man didn’t need any more encouragement. He thrust deep into the young mother of three and unleashed the geyser he’d been saving up for several years. It was thick, hot, sticky, shooting deep into her and coating her slick walls. Jerome wasn’t far behind, his cum spraying into her ass, overflowing quickly and dripping, squeezing out and splashing as he kept thrusting.

A thick soupy stringy mess of cum and juices splashed all over the bed and the three as they began to slowly but surely wind down.

Gordon was breathing and wheezing, like he’d been running for miles. But that didn’t stop him from diving back down and roughly biting Amy’s left nipple making her cry out, another mico orgasm washing through her even as Jerome reach around and grabbed her other exposed breasts and squeezed it, pinching her nipple.

Them men pawed and feasted on her as their cocks slowly deflated, slipping from her tight holes and spilling out the illicit old seed they’d planted inside. Amy’s eyes rolled back into her head and still she trembled with ecstasy as she fell into unconsciousness.

I Assumed... (working title):

The feeling of Emma’s hand on mine didn’t do much to calm my nerves. I did my best to not shake. Outwardly I was successful, but inside I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

“Hey…” Her voice was soft, loving, patient. “I’m nervous too.”

God. Is that what she thought this was? Just nerves? Maybe it was a little, but it was more than that. I was terrified. I had assumed that this would be exciting. But… now I knew that reality and fantasy were far, far different things.

I looked over at my wife, stunning in her deep blue dress. It clung nicely to her soft curves, the swell of her breasts nicely defined in the thin silk, the cut of the dress exposing just a bare hint of cleavage. Her pale skin and freckles were almost glowing in the soft light of the restaurant. Her green eyes looked at me with nothing but love and excitement. Red lipstick made her lips look even more luscious and full.

She slipped and twinned her fingers through mine as I gripped my glass of wine and she took a sip of her own. “It’s gonna be fine. Okay?”

I nodded. What else could I do? We’d committed. There was no turning back. Well, I suppose we could have just called it all off, left and gone to the hotel on our own. But this had been my idea. Something I’d brought into our marriage and after lots of long discussion and research, Emma had agreed to. Any chance of stopping, of letting this go had ended last night when she’d given me one last opportunity to back out.

“Are we sure? You want this, right?” She was sorting through her closet, a towel wrapped around her.

“Y…yeah. Of course.” And it was true… to a point. We had both wanted this. A fantasy. Brought on by dirty talk and stories and porn. Something a majority of couples think of at least once, but most never actually went through with it. I’d been the one to propose making it a reality, so how could I suddenly pull back after all the effort we’d put in?

She turned and smiled. “I love you. It takes a real man to do this… I mean it. And… I’m nervous too, I don’t wanna do this with anyone else.” A sweet blown kiss ended the conversation.

She assumed I felt like a man. But that was wrong.

“There he is.” Her whisper brought me back and I blinked, looking up to see a man walking towards our booth, situated near the back of the restaurant.

He was tall. They were always tall. In his mid forties, he had a sprinkling of gray in his dark hair that was styled like a man stepping out of GQ. His suit was a deep blue, almost black, and tailored perfectly to his solid frame. Stormy gray eyes and a friendly smile met us as he stopped in front of our table. “Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins?” He knew it was us, he’d seen photos. But he was being a gentleman, maybe even giving us a chance to end things politely. We could just tell him he had the wrong table and he’d be on his way.

Emma nodded and gave me a quiet, playful shove. “That’s us.” She smiled sweetly.

I slipped from the booth and stood before him, extending my hand. He was a few inches taller than me, but somehow he managed to not look down on me. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure!” His voice had a soft huskiness to it that felt calming. “Have you already eaten?”

I glanced at Emma and then back to the man. Casey Parks. There was no need for him to introduce himself. We’d correspond enough over the last weeks to know exactly who this man was. “We did, but we were having some dessert and wine if you’d like to join us before we go.”

“Of course! I’d be delighted. It’ll give us a chance to get comfortable.” Without an invitation and giving my hand one final hard shake, Casey stepped past me and slipped into the booth, taking my seat next to Emma.

For a moment I was at a loss. Emma didn’t seem to notice that Casey had just presumptuously taken my place. His thigh was touching hers, the pale white stockings she was wearing rubbing against the softness of his suit pants. Her dress only went to mid thigh, and sitting down exposed plenty of leg.

“I have to say, your photos don’t do you justice Mrs. Hawkins.” His grin was all charm and white teeth.

“Emma, please.” She giggled. “And you look pretty close to your photos yourself.”

Casey’s laugh was hearty and deep. “Yes, well, let’s say I’m not in the profession of photography. I can probably count on both hands how many times I’ve taken a selfie.”

Emma grinned. “Well you did a decent job. We knew exactly what we were getting and you didn't disappoint.”

The man’s hand found its way to her thigh, hesitating for only a second, his eyebrow twitching upward in an unspoken question. When Emma didn’t discourage him, Casy’s hand encompassed her soft thigh and gave a soft squeeze. “Well, I hope nothing will disappoint you tonight.”

My wife’s cheeks bloomed red and her eyes widened a little. Embarrassed, she looked away like a shy flower and took a sip of her wine. When she’d regained her composure, though still blushing profusely under Casey’s intense gaze, her eyes found mine and noticed I was still standing next to the table. “Honey? Are you wanting to go already?” The question in her eyes was genuine. I hadn’t sat back down, what else was she supposed to think?

“I… um… I suppose we can. Dessert’s not necessary… I doubt we want to… do this on too full of a stomach?” I felt stupid.

Emma nodded. “You’re probably right. Mr. Park…”

“Casey. Or, sir if you prefer.” The last was said quietly so only Emma and I could hear him.

My wife’s breath caught for a moment and she bit her bottom lip. “Uh… Casey… are you ready or would you like to have some wine first?”

The man grinned. It really was a genuine, friendly expression that kept me off guard. We’d come across plenty of people when we were searching, that had false modesty and predatory friendliness. Casey was the only one that had seemed truly honest and real.

“I’d love to go if you’re both ready. This is your night. You’re in charge. So if you want to go, we can.”

I flexed my fingers, squeezing them into fists and loose again trying to relieve the stress that was making everything inside me tense up. “Sure. If you’re ready Emma, we can… head to the hotel.”

A Lover's View (Sequel to Friendship's Edge):

One

“How is it that I practically live here, and I still can’t find where you keep the sugar?” Melody was on her toes, reaching into one of the high cabinets, shifting things around looking for the illusive bag of sugar. Which I kept in the bottom cabinet. Right below the coffee maker, on the other side of the counter from where she was.

I looked at her from over the back of the couch, watching the hoodie she’d stolen from me riding up as she reached, flashing her pearl white thong wedged between her cheeks. It was a magnificent view. Part of me even considered actually moving the sugar up to a high spot so I could get a glimpse of it more often, but I’d moved it lower since Melody was easily a foot shorter than me. 

“It’s in the cabinet under the coffeemaker.” I said with a mocking grin.

She shut the cabinet and turned to me, then looked over to where I’d mentioned. “Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense.” Brushing back her hair, she went to the cabinet and pulled out the bag, quickly opening it and pouring in a spoonful of sugar into her waiting coffee. “Do you want some?”

“Coffee or sugar?” I asked, turning back to the stack of papers in my lap. A new manuscript. A promising one, but I’d already marked up several pages with so much red it looked like something from a slasher movie. Which was ironic because it was a Young Adult slasher novel.

“Both.” she answered, the sound of a spoon clinking against her mug as she stirred.

“Well… then both.” I called over my shoulder, striking through another long and meandering sentence.

“Smarty.” I could hear the smile in her voice. A moment later, she came around the couch, putting my mug on the coffee table, and sat down next to me, tucking her legs under her and leaning into my shoulder. “You know it’s Saturday, right?” She tapped the pages in my lap. “You can put work down for one day.”

I pushed my glasses up on top of my head and reached for my coffee. “True. But what else would I do with my time?”

Melody rolled her eyes, pulling her hair over one shoulder. “Dunno. Spend time with your girlfriend?” She gave me doe eyes and a pouty lip.

I snorted. “I’m spending time with you now.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re hopeless.”

“But you love me.” I smirk.

She tilted her head, looking at me incredulously. “Well, that may be true, but doesn’t mean you can neglect this pretty lady right here for some ink on a page.” She put her coffee down, gathered up the pages in my lap and carefully, respectfully put them aside onto the coffee table. My lap free of obstacles, Melody sat on it and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Now… let’s pay attention to something more important.”

“Oh. Are you a thing now?” I winked when she flicked my ear.

“I’m your thing.” Now it was her turn to smirk. 

I looked into her eyes, the grin sparkling with the sun coming through the windows. It’d been two months since we’d started officially dating. Though, to reduce it to something as simple as that seemed unfair. Melody was here nearly every day after work and almost the entire day on the weekends. She’d already moved some of her clothes into my drawers and closet. It was as natural as breathing.

And though I’d been friends with Melody nearly my entire life, I was finding out a million new little things about her. Like that, she never put towels on the rack after she was done. Dishes went in the sink, but she rarely washed them unless asked. She never complained, but it’s like she didn’t realize they needed washing. Her clothes often ended up in a pile in a corner of the bedroom. And her gym bag could be found at the most odd places, wherever she chose to toss it when she came over.

But I was loving all of it. All the little things that I didn’t know. The strange and the eye rolling, but also the sweet and the dear. She loved to cuddle in bed most nights, tucking her head beneath my chin and arms around my chest like I was some big teddy bear and not a rail thin nerd. Even when she was sweaty and tired after work, she smelled amazing. And then there were the more intimate things, like how a certain touch could make her sigh, another groan, and one in particular could make her mewl like a kitten.

It was a million little things I was picking up on and embracing. Things were still new, sometimes a tiny bit awkward as we navigated a relationship, something neither of us had really had beyond a short little fling here and there, and in my case she was my first sexual partner, so that was new too. That first date and night had opened the doors for us. Our desire for each other had come spilling out. Mine, always there but hidden. Her’s hiding and finally making itself known.

For the most part, things hadn’t really changed between us. On the weekends she stayed over. During the week she’d come over after work often and then back to her apartment since it was closer to her studio. We’d discussed me coming to her rather than her coming to me all the time but she preferred my apartment. “It’s bigger. Cleaner.” She’d say.

“Well, I could always help you clean…”

“I don’t think we are at the point in our relationship that I’m comfortable with you picking up my dirty underwear.” She laughed.

I wasn’t sure whether to be mortified or thankful. “Do we need to get you a maid?”

“Oh please. I’m not that privileged and lazy.” And that would end it. So my place was slowly becoming our place. And I was really liking it.