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.…

Stranger Sex

The morning light breaks through the window forcing my eyelids open. Allowing my vision time to adjust before making my French exit from this Parisian apartment, I watch the light creep down the far wall, slowly illuminating the worn wallpaper and vintage gold frames. If it wasn’t such a horrendous hour to wake up it…