Happy Ending: Part 2

Slick with massage oil, his hands caressed over my bare back. They glided over my taunt muscles with just enough pressure to locate areas of tension without my initial fear of being broken. I felt like I was melting into the table. Paul broke the silence. “How’s the pressure?” I moaned pleasurably, no longer caring about…

Happy Ending Massage

I was excited for my preplanned three-day coma when Becky offered an impromptu massage at a new spa. Since lunch I’d been counting down the minutes until I could crawl into my soft bed, turn on my sound machine, and sleep until Monday morning. After a month of late nights and early mornings, we had finally…

Fucking Under the Influence: Part 2

Part 1: Fucking Under the Influence  I keep inhaling the diminishing joint as his eyes move around the room frantically. “Ashtray,” I remind him, holding the quarter-inch of stacked ember dust to his face. He carries me closer to the desk, where I drop the J onto an overflowing receptacle of blunt roaches and gray ash.…

Fucking Under the Influence

“You’ve come a long way,” I joke glancing around the basement. “This one is bigger.” Half of the space is a graveyard of bicycles and parts.  The other half is a makeshift bedroom composing of several mostly deflated air mattresses piled on each other and a couple of cheap plastic drawers overflowing with black shirts.…