Category: eroticliterature

It’s been six years since I started dating Lisa. Last month, I asked her to marry me, and in one year we are flying back to Chicago to get hitched.

Before we started dating, we met a few years prior and immediately started hanging out. We were both seeing other people at the time, and met through mutual circles, but we instantly clicked and started making plans to hang out. Our first mutual love was beer. She worked as a scientist a few blocks away where I was a code jockey for a research lab. In between our two offices was the perfect little bar that we would use to weekly stress-test our livers. We talked about everything, politics, friends, science, sex, significant others, sex, friends, sex, beer, sex … it’s probably time to go home. This dance went on for far too long before I finally sacked up one day and told her how I felt: I fucking loved the bejesus out of her. Of course, I did this drunk with a successful lunge kiss and after six complicated months of our initial relationship, I moved into her apartment. Life is awesome. Read more »

I sit across from her nursing a beer and watching as she wipes away the condensation from her glass. She asked if we could meet up and hang out. I suggested my place for convenience and of course discretion, but was met with resistance. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous in hindsight. I’m not even entirely sure what I am doing fueling this flame, I just cannot seem to resist when it comes to her.

“I read somewhere if two past lovers can remain friends, either they never were in love or they still are,” she flirts breaking the silence.

I laugh and take a swig of my beer, “Are we still considered friends at this point?”

She shoots me an evil look.

“What?” I laugh louder this time.

She sips her beer quietly avoiding eye contact. I have hit a nerve. She stares at the glass in front of her and gathers her thoughts a moment before laying into me. This ought to be good.

“You know what I mean,” she says bitterly. Read more »