**Context and fair warning:** I’m exmormon and I left the church a few months back with my older half brother, who I’ve recently started up a sort of…fuck buddy type deal with.
Below is a short story I wrote about one of our latest encounters.
I realize this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I promise we are both consenting adults capable of making our own choices :)
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He pulls my reading glasses off of my face and sets them down on the bedside table. Without them, I am hopelessly blind and everything becomes a blur of color and fuzz. I rub my eyes, an unconscious reaction.
I wonder what he has in store for me next, and I swallow hard.
I open my mouth like I’m going to say something but I quickly close it. I don’t need to ask what’s going to happen because I can already see where this is going.
“Lie down,” he says, stepping away from me. I look around, but it’s all just a blur of fuzzy shapes and colors. The comforter beneath me is a crazy mass of multi-colored blobs. There’s no need to look at what he’s doing because I wouldn’t be able to tell anyway.