Isabel Takes Another Flight
I sat on a folding kitchen chair staring at a blank piece of paper. It had been almost a year since Isabel and I separated. I wanted to write something sexual like the notes I used to leave under her pillow. I couldn't produce the same sensations of touch, caress, the long strokes of deep penetration, the tingle I get right before...I didn't call her. She didn't announce her arrival. She removed a pair of sandals, tossed them haphazardly to the floor, and claimed the door was unlocked. I...
Threesomes