Mutual, I’m Sure!

I slowly rise to the surface of this cold winter morning, enjoying the soft snuffle of Odysseus’ snoring in my ear, his long arms wrapped around me, spooning me from behind. What a strange but lovely relationship we have. Alternately friends who just snuggle on the couch and wild fuck buddies who never kiss or…

And Finally, Salsa

Jennifer relaxed in the humid sunshine drinking café Tinto, munching a buñuelo, and enjoying the fresh breeze flowing through the valley. She had been apprehensive about moving to Medellin, worried about dating short Colombian men. But now, she’d met Jose Fernando and was lazily remembering his visit the night before. Jose Fernando was 10 years…

Yes Sir, Part II

(See Part 1 of this story here.) The first time a man asked me told me, to call him “Sir” I was unprepared. We’d had this really light hearted totally flirty date, leading up to him walking home with me. We had spent a few minutes chatting easily in the kitchen of my apartment there…