The Older Man - Comedy and Tragedy

You took me to the theatre to see some comedy, and it was quite funny. We sat like friends for the first half, sipping beer and chatting. I couldn't resist playing the provocateur though. I slid my hand across your thigh. I felt you tense. Satisfied in the result I continued to watch the stand up.

We went to a bar afterwards, got a little drunker. You kissed me. I don't really like the way you kiss, so I close my eyes and I think about the way your cock use to feel inside me instead. I put my hand on your upper arm, touched the tone of the muscle, you work at it and it feels good.

You tell me you're going to London in a few weeks, an open invite. I say I'll think about it.

In The Dark

He wrapped her wrists tightly in vinyl. Looped her to the bed head. He yanked her downwards, by her ankles, stretching her out like meat. It was very dark. The lights were off her eyes were closed. He touched her and smacked her and groped her. She struggled against the restraints, as he stretched her thighs wide, pushing against the joint, forcing his tongue all over her.

On The 9th Day Of Christmas

Now we just hook up when we're drunk. We fuck and that's it. I don't know if it's better this way, but the sentiment I had for you is burnt out.

I'm moving away tomorrow and I won't have to see you again if I don't want to.

New roads are lonely though, and I've got a lot of time now. I don't like to have regrets, but letting myself feel for you was a poor mistake. Richer learned now. Wisdom is a treasure. The feeling is fizzed up like burnt paper.

I wont miss you anymore.

fifteen small words - the one that didn't work out.

"Its not your fault. I'm nervous."

"I know it's not my fault. I should go."