Dearest Abominations, the spiciest content lives behind the paywall. So, buy a girl a drink first and remember, lovers… I’ll ALWAYS give you a taste.
Moths battered their heads against the wall light. A dusty smear of them across the yellow glass set into the black and boxy fitting, machine pressed metal pretending to be a Victorian era carriage lamp. The landlord who attached it to the deck post, shredding the screw heads as they went, probably thought it looked quaint. Probably thought it distracted any potential renter from the fact the place should have been condemned.
How long had it been since I was last here? Six months? Seven? Since I’d floated out that front door and down the crumbling brick steps. How long since I sat in my car for a moment, beaming like a idiot before I turned the key and drove through the 2am drizzle, fucked silly, brain empty and probably not fit to drive.
They’d seen me on stage and searched me out.
My ‘vibe check’ visit to a bar ended abruptly when they matter-of-factually told me they were just waiting for me to be ready. World records were set for how quick my drink went down, for how quick we got the car, up these steps and into their bedroom.
Chocolate eyes gazing up at me from under a mop of tumbling dark curls. That Impish smile. Pierced lower lip, burgundy red, plump and perfect for biting while you kiss. Compact and curving and pert, precisely the sort of frame for throwing around a fiberboard share-house bedroom in the dead of night.
So, there I was once again on the crumbling brick steps.
It didn’t take much to draw me back. The “you up?” message in my phone spoke volumes of want and promise. A knock on the door and I hear the creaking floorboards under bare feet. The door is yanked open and for a moment I’m confused. A man, chocolate eyes gazing up at me from under a mop of cropped dark curls, shaved high at the back. Pierced lower lip, plump and perfect, fringed above with the beginnings of a mustache… that Impish smile.
They laugh and and I hear the voice. Pitched down, but still them, “Oh my god! you’re blonde now?!” beaming up at me. I can’t help but laugh too.
“Yeah!” I tell them, “And you’re a man now?!”
He laughs harder and I bend down to kiss him, gently biting his lower lip as I do.
